Thirty-Eight

Marigold

I’d changed into my snow-white wolf more since meeting Asher than I had in the entire six months beforehand, but I didn’t feel the gnawing sensation lessening any as the time passed by.

My brain was churning with the news that not only was my father not dead as I had formerly believed, but he was also the last one standing, the last culprit responsible for the death and destruction that had plagued the lupine species for years.

It was too much to wrap my mind around in the moment, and my mates were doing a damn good job with their efforts to get me out of my own head for a while, their incredible physiques burned into my memory from their recent shifts.

Moreover, Ash’s argument made sense the more I considered it. Our problems would keep for another day, and the yearning I felt deep inside me for these males was becoming more demanding by the minute.

Hence, I was quick to strip and take off after Ash before he’d gotte