Mike's POV
I had fought wars before. Real ones.
As the future alpha, my training started early and I began joining battles to fight off rogue wolves or enemy packs at a young age.
I have blood on my hands and I have piled bodies at my feet. Made decisions that ended lives before sunrise.
Yet, none of that unsettled me the way she did.
Valerie Jude had become the one variable I couldn't predict, and that loss of control gnawed at me in ways I wasn't prepared to admit.
I stood outside her door again tonight. I realize that I have been doing that a lot lately.
But apart from the first day she moved into the room opposite mine, I haven't dared to step into her room again.
I told myself this was the strategic thing to do to maintain the balance in the pack.
Rumors have been spreading ever since she moved into the main house two weeks ago.
