Chapter 92-1
Kiana
I slept for sixteen hours. Hungry and confused, I rose from the bed. One side of it dipped, and I spun on my hands and knees and growled.
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Troy grinned. “I do love you in that position, but I imagine you might have other things on your mind right now.”
“Goddess.” Relaxing, I ran my hand along my face and tried to brush aside some of the confusion. The bed had been heavenly. And stable. It was nice to not be tossed and turned all night long, wondering if your dinner was going to come up or if your wolf was going to come out. “You’re
dressed.”
“I’ve been up since this morning to check on the others. I felt you waking up, and I didn’t want you to be alone. I assume you’re hungry. If you want, I can bring you up a tray of food while you get your
bearings.”
I considered the offer but shook my head. “I really want to stretch my legs and maybe let my wolf
out.”
“Are you sure?”
understood his concern. There was a time when I wouldn’t let my wolf out for anyone, and now when I let her out, it was to fight. “Yeah, but maybe somewhere quiet and private, if we can find a place. Just you or some of our pack. She feels restless.”
“All right. I need Finn to let his wolf out, but I don’t want you shifting near him. Willa and I are both going to keep an eye on him, but he’s not tethered to me anymore. I can’t claim him on London’s
land.”
“Can you step out of London’s territory and claim him and the others?”
“London has politely asked me not to claim any of the wolves within twenty miles of his territory. I
can’t fault him. I’d do the same, but he assures me that if it becomes a problem, he’ll reconsider.”
“All right. Well, assuming all goes well, how and when do we get home?”
His gaze settled on me, and there was a strange intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “Do you really think of Wolfspire as your home?”
“It has been for a few years now,” I pointed out and turned to find some new clothes. His hand had
snaked around my waist and pulled me up against him. “Are you okay, Kiana?”
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“Morven is dead. The threat that originally kept you by my side is no more. The witch’s vision never
came to pass.”
“I know…I promised you your freedom.”
Inside me, my wolf howled mournfully. It wasn’t like he was bringing up anything new. The thought had crept into my head at least half a dozen times a day since I’d heard the satisfying sound of
Morven’s neck snapping.
“So is your plan to leave me here?” I asked carefully as I pulled away. “Or maybe leave me in the
rogue territory? I guess that makes more sense. I doubt London wants me here.”
He let me go. I tried not to let the hurt slicing through me show as I glanced over my shoulder.
You don’t have a plan? Should we come up with one together?”
”
His gaze had never left me, but there was nothing readable on his face. “I would like to make sure that there is safe passage for you. To do that, we need to reach Wolfspire first. Then we can make
a plan.”
“Great.” That was all that I could say as I turned and began to undress. I slept in a pair of cotton
pants and a tee shirt. Someone had washed my clothes, so my jeans were clean. The whole time
that I dressed, I could feel his eyes on me. Still unable to turn around, I raked my fingers through my
hair.
After everything, I was going to be on my own again. Wasn’t that what I’d wanted, though?
For years, I’d seen Troy and his pack as a prison. When he’d gone back on his word and refused to let me go, I’d been beyond furious.
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