I’ll beruined.
Wolf-shattered.
Mind-gone.
A danger to myself and everyone who depends on me.
Because losing a mate isn’t something a Shifter survives.
Not really.
Forever, that’s what she is now.
And I don’t know how to breathe around the thought of forever without her.
Chapter22
Megan
I’ve got a lot to think about.A lot to process.
Owen’s mom—Annabeth—is not what I expected.
With a name like that, I pictured something dainty.A soft-spoken southern belle who said things like “bless your heart” while passive-aggressively judging your whole life.
Nope.
Annabeth Randall is a full-blooded, no-nonsense, bologna-frying, fiercely loyal She-Wolf who stares down chaos like it personally offended her family tree.
She makes eye contact like a challenge and asks questions you know she already has the answers to.
And honestly?I kinda respect the hell out of it.
She’s protective.Intense.Sharp as hell.
And she loves her son like breathing.
Which is actually something I can get behind.
Because so do I.
Reminds me of my own mother—God help us all.That woman has been trying to marry me off since I got my first apartment.
She tells me I’m married to my job at least once a month and routinely laments that she’ll never have grandbabies to spoil.
Now I’m suddenly wondering how she’d feel aboutgrandpups.
Whoa.
Okay.
That came out of left field.
Pull it together, DiNapoli.
After we finish the bologna sandwiches—which, by the way, are delicious and absolutely hit the spot after a long night of ghost theories and near-apocalyptic planning—Owen begrudgingly leans over and kisses his Mama’s cheek.
It’s sweet, even if he rolls his eyes so hard I’m surprised he doesn’t strain something.
