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Chapter 8-1
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There were reasons I didn’t spend much time around Kiana. Fucking important reasons.
The security of my position as alpha was at stake. Just keeping her alive was enough to threaten
I could kill her now and be done with it. I wouldn’t be the first wolf to live without a mate. It would
be one of those rare instances where being alone made you stronger.
For three years, I stayed away. When Parker told me she was covered in scars, I said good. When he said she was terrified of everyone and everything, I told him it was justice. And when he told me
she was taking an interest in the bar, I told him to shut it down.
He didn’t. For the first time ever, Parker defied me. And for the first time since his mate died, he
took an interest in life.
His reports changed in tune. He started berating me for ignoring her. When I finally snapped that
she was lucky I didn’t break her neck, he stopped reporting at all.
Damn it, he hadn’t been there when Cora dragged her broken body back to my territory.
He hadn’t been there when Saul went half mad when she died.
He wasn’t there when we found those children sitting among the corpses. She’d had a hand in that.
She’d fucking admitted it.
I would not forgive her.
Then, Parker blew his brains out, and now I had to protect her.
My witch was gone, missing for several weeks now, and I had to trust the coldest woman I’d ever
met to find her.
“I don’t think you’ve taken a breath in the last ten minutes,” Saul said conversationally.
“That vein in your forehead is bulging.” he added.
It had been a few hours since he’d treated Kiana. Since he’d looked into the eyes of the woman
responsible for his sister’s death.
He was holding up remarkably well.
“Why did you volunteer to come with us?”
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“Irene is a friend. I am worried about her.” he shrugged.
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I shot him a dark look, and he smiled sadly. “It was time, and this was the best opportunity. I am focused. I could not fall apart while I sought answers.”
“If she’s hurt…”
“I will do my best to save her.”
He didn’t even hesitate. We walked a few more minutes when Saul started humming.
“You know, the last plea from my twin’s mouth before she died was ‘you have to help her.’ I thought
it was a survivor or one of the children.”
There were no other survivors at the camp.
“Maybe she bonded with one of the children, or maybe Ragor killed someone else before we
arrived.”
We’d gotten the children back to Wolfspire territory. They were so terrified, they could barely
speak. It was Irene who looked after them until I found their families in the Snake River pack.
“Maybe,” Saul murmured. “Why would the Darkwyn coven take Irene?”
I smiled, baring my fangs. “When we get there, I intend to ask.”
“We need to make camp soon. She trembles with every step.”
“Then she can shift and heal!” I snapped. “We still have at least another good hour of daylight. I’m
not wasting my time because she wants to hide her wolf.”
“Why do you think she is refusing? She is clearly in pain.”
“There were reports of a red wolf partnering with Ragor. They were never ever identified.
It’s probably her.”
“If it is her?”
I’d have to kill her.
Except I hadn’t yet. I had her confession. The words had fallen from her lips that night and created
a chasm between me and my wolf. He’d chosen her, and he had yet to forgive me for staying away
from her.
At night, when it was quiet, and there were no other distractions, I could feel her in my mating
bond. The desperate ache to be near me. The urgency to touch me.
It fucked with my head. Carnal images rise up, all the goddamn things I want to do to her body, and
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it has nothing to do with punishment. I wanted to fuck her so bad and lose myself in a single moment of belief that we could be okay.
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