Page 4 of Knot What I Expected

Not scared.

Rafe Maccon doesn’t scare easy. But he was stunned.

Like he’d gotten a glimpse beneath my skin and realized there was something in there neither one of us understood.

Like I was something wrong. Something fucked up.

Not wrong, my Wolf’s voice rolls through me like distant thunder.

I open my eyes and stare at the shit still burning on the ground beneath the trees we chopped down, and the charred sleeping bags left behind. Then I aim my hose at them.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Not wrong. Strong, my Wolf insists.

“Yeah.”

I kick dirt over the last glowing ember.

“That’s the fucking problem.”

Years have passed since that night, and the Wolf Packs still haven’t chosen a High Alpha to lead them all.

Politics.

Egos.

Territory.

The usual bullshit.

Most days, I couldn’t give two fucks who gets to sit at the top of the canine food chain.

Except—I think a High Alpha might be the only Wolf alive, powerful enough to stop me if I ever completely lose control.

And that fucking sucks.

Because there isn’t one. Which leaves me alone.

Well, just me and the monster.

So I stay away.

Far from both the Moon City Pack and the Macconwood Pack.

Away from my mother.

From women who might look at me and see something worth trying on for more than a night.

Far fucking away from anyone I could hurt.

I traded Pack territory for wildfire lines a long time ago.

Out here, nobody gives a shit if I’m too aggressive.

Too dominant.

Too fucking feral.