We Saved Two Werewolves And Now Our Possessive Mates Won’t Let Us Go Chapter 01
My best friend Fiona and I found two wounded, unconscious wolves out in the countryside one winter.
Strictly speaking, they were two werewolves.
Back then, we’d just moved into a small cabin on the outskirts of Greyhaven.
We were ordinary humans, and we’d never imagined we’d end up so deeply entangled with werewolves.
But that snowy night, we brought them home anyway.
At the time, they were just two rogues with no pack to take them in.
Jacob was badly hurt. His shoulders and back were torn to shreds, and he was completely unconscious.
Hadrian wasn’t in much better shape. He was little more than skin and bone, curled up by the fireplace like he might stop breathing at any second.
Their injuries were so severe, and the weather so cold, that they were forced to remain in wolf form.
Fiona and I took care of them all winter.
In the end, they survived.
Later, they were taken in by the strongest pack in the North, the Blackmoon Pack, and became its youngest Gammas.
And Fiona and I formed mate bonds with them, bonds that were never going to be easy to break.
Then one day, Fiona saw that Hadrian had done nothing while his pack members trashed her in his Instagram comments, and she immediately posted a public statement ending their mate bond.
Three minutes later, I posted mine with Jacob.
There was no other reason. Fiona was my best friend.
Whatever she decided, I was with her.
My phone rang almost immediately.
The moment I picked up, I heard Jacob’s voice, low and strained.
“Veronica.” His breathing was uneven. “You only posted that because you were upset, right?”
I leaned against the kitchen counter and tried to keep my voice steady.
“No. I meant it.”
“Fiona doesn’t want Hadrian anymore, so I don’t want you either.”
The second he heard that, his voice changed, thick with anger and hurt.
“Hadrian screwed up. What does that have to do with me?”
“What gives you the right to kill what we have over something he did?”
I closed my eyes.
“You’re brothers. If he can stand by while someone humiliates Fiona today, how do I know you won’t do the same to me tomorrow?”
“I wouldn’t.” He bit the words out.
I tightened my grip on the phone.
“Jacob, I can’t build my life on a verbal promise.”
“Veronica.” He paused, and there was a rawness in his voice that made my chest tighten. “If I go find Hadrian right now and break every bone in his body, one by one, will you stay? Just for a little while?”
I nearly dropped the phone.
“Are you out of your mind?”
“I just need you to know,” he said, his voice breaking, “I’m not like him.”
“Don’t leave me. Please.”
I didn’t answer. I hung up.
When I looked up, Fiona was sitting on the couch with her laptop on her knees, her expression cold.
I walked over and asked softly, “Fi, should we leave first?”
She didn’t even look up.
“Why should we leave?”
“We rent this place. If anyone should go, it’s them.”
“Veronica, right now you don’t need to worry about whether he’s going to lose it. You need to figure out why you’re leaving.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
In the beginning, Fiona and I had only wanted to save two lives.
But once we spent enough time together, it stopped being just kindness.
When Fiona went to work, I’d stay home and change Jacob’s bandages.
When I couldn’t sleep, Jacob would crouch beside my bed and ask if I wanted him to stay.
And Hadrian, who hadn’t trusted anyone at first, would quietly lower his head whenever Fiona reached for him so she could check his wounds.
Fiona and I went from being the first people who ever made them feel safe to being the mates they assumed would always stay.
That was the problem.
They’d gotten used to having us in their lives.
But they’d forgotten that humans and werewolves being together was never something to take for granted.