Chapter 13

“What?” Liam raged the next morning.

Something about Caleb didn’t sit well, and the gnawing doubts that plagued him had kept him awake throughout the night.

“Marisol said yes?” Liam bellowed, his voice echoing through the packhouse.

Nicole, normally a voice of reason, remained quiet. She understood Liam’s concerns but was torn between acknowledging his unease and respecting Marisol’s decision.

It happened too fast. Everyone knew that werewolf chemistry was eruptive whenever mates found each other, but then, mates didn’t propose until almost a year later. They normally took time to get to know each other.

Why the hell did Caleb propose so early? Where was he rushing to?

James and Garrett, well aware of Liam’s temper, attempted to calm the furious Alpha. “Liam, Marisol is smart. She knows what she’s doing,” James reasoned, trying to ease the tension in the room.

Garrett, glancing at Nicole, implored, “Nicole, you’ve got to do something. He’s g