Not Going to the Packhouse

Third-Person POV.

*‘Our mate!! Our mate!!’*

Mae’s voice ripped through Maeve’s mind, deafening and wild. It was the very first time her inner wolf had howled in eight agonizing years. The sound brought a rush of raw, sentimental emotion, but beneath it, sheer terror violently seized Maeve’s heart. The intense mate bond was already burning fiercely through her veins, a scorching heat tethering he