laden with warning. “You tell no one—not Regina, not Tony, not the guards.
 
 No one can know. We’ll find a way to reverse this, to change her back.”
 
 My wolf tore at my chest, but I growled to rein him in.
 
 Sam glanced over at Savannah and avoided my eyes. “Is that even
 
 possible? And if you could reverse the lycanthropy, do you think that would
 
 solve the mate problem?”
 
 I scrubbed a hand through my hair. “I don’t know, but I didn’t feel the
 
 bond with her until she started shifting. From everything I know, the mated
 
 bond doesn’t just develop. It’s always there, and I would have sensed it the
 
 first time we met. This has to be lycanthropy. Or some kind of curse.”
 
 Could this have been a perverse trick by the sorcerer? The thought was
 
 too much to even contemplate.
 
 Sam searched my eyes. “You’ve always been drawn to her, Jax. In the
 
 bar, in the woods…”
 
 “No,” I growled. “Not like this. Yes, she’s gorgeous, but I don’t want her.
 
 She is not my mate.”
 
 My wolf began to struggle, demanding to be let loose.
 
 Sam rested her hand on my arm. “This could be a good thing for you.”
 
 I pulled away. “A good thing? This is a fucking disaster! The worst
 
 possible thing at the worst possible moment.”
 
 She crossed her arms and cocked her head. “Maybe, maybe not. This
 
 could be a bridge to the LaSalles.”
 
 I wrapped my hand around the doorframe and let my claws sink into the
 
 wall. It took all my restraint not to rip the molding off.
 
 I tried to steady my breathing, but I was on the verge of shifting. “Are
 
 you insane? Do you have any idea what Laurel will do when she finds out
 
 that Savannah was infected with lycanthropy? On our watch? And potentially
 
 by my brother-in-law, who was also plotting to murder her entire family? It’ll
 
 be a war like we haven’t seen in generations.”
 
 Her eyes dilated as the gruesome reality sunk in.