Whatever happened next with the West Pack, Adele didn't care. She dragged her mate back to the pack house, determined to get him somewhere safe. Micah had sacrificed enough for them already. They should be grateful he was still breathing.
Because deep down, Adele knew if anything had happened to Micah, none of them would have cared. They would have probably muttered, "Good riddance," relieved that the demon son of Angus was finally gone.
Adele couldn't even blame them. She had once seen him through that same lens until the goddess tied their souls together. Her mate wasn't what they painted him to be. Sure, he could be a menace when he wanted to be, but she knew Micah's heart.
He was goodness and light, whether the world deserved him or not. And right now,
she feared the day he would break himself trying to prove that to people who might never stop stereotyping him until the day he was gone
