Chapter Twenty-Five-Willow

The look on Chase’s face screamed that something was wrong. Reluctantly, I took a seat and I felt pain shoot between my legs. Last night had been … long. Great. Amazing. My wolf had taken over and pushed me to places I never thought I would be. My heat was satisfied at the moment, but I could feel my body resting. I didn’t know what would happen when it fully woke. I’d heard horror stories of she-wolves and their mates going at it all day long. Right now, we have other things to worry about. Chase reached out and touched my mark, making me smile, and looked down at my clenched thighs. “How are you feeling?” he asked, softly. “Sore,” I admitted. “But fine. Tell me,” I pushed. Chase dropped his hand into my lap and gathered my hand in his. There was a soothing sensation coming from him. Whatever he had to tell me, he thought would upset me. “The rogue that Rex found killed himself last night.” I closed my eyes, pretending I hadn’t heard what he said. This was not supposed to hap