Finn Jamenson was her mate.
Her wolf knew it.
Her human half knew it.
Yet, for some reason, Finn didn’t seem to know it.
He was supposedly the one for her, but fate had never said she’d be the one for him.
She blinked away the lone tear and straightened her shoulders as Finn and Charlotte drove up.
She’d push those thoughts away for another day. Now was about Brie and what the next steps would be to ensure the Talons and Redwoods were safe. Something dark was on the horizon, something Brynn couldn’t figure out. She’d need her wits about her.
Knowing she might never have the mate her wolf craved would have to be something she worried about later.
If at all.