Chapter 133
- Wilson's POV
- I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers absently tracing the grain of the wooden headboard, my mind drifting in two different directions.
- On one side, there was my sister and the mess she was entangled in with Caleb, her mate. I'd been worried sick about her, torn between wanting to protect her and knowing that, as her brother, there was only so much I could do.