Chapter 143

Wyatt

When Bri had stepped between me and Bas, The Beast snapped out of his anger. Watching her walk away, herding him and dinner out of the house was the worst feeling for every part of me, and as I slunk into their house, with my tail between my legs. I felt like I was crawling on my belly, on my own territory like a pitiful pup, and laid at her and Bastian’s feet. She gave me no comfort as the reality of the situation drove home. Something terribly wrong was going on in that pack. Something Bas as a good young man recognized and chose not to walk away from. Even though his background pushed him to be weary of women. After everything we have tried to instill in him, I should be supporting my ward for his decision. The feminine sex was a gift, regardless of his experiences. In this pack, a good woman was worth everything.

The scenario Bastain laid out, played over and over in my mind. I knew I’d have to bow before that pack but I needed to look harder and try to search for a loophol