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Chapter 8-2
“Troy?”
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At the sound of Bridget’s voice, I turned to see Kiana stumble. With a grunt of pain, she fell.
Everyone stopped and watched as she stood. Without a word to anyone, she started limping
forward.
Seeing her pain should have brought me joy, but instead, it just made my chest ache. We were
close enough to the border.
“Camp,” I said quietly. “Shift and hunt for your dinner, get some damn sleep. Tomorrow, the real
work begins.”
We took a few minutes to clear the space. One by one, the others shifted, disappearing into the
woods with growls and the crunch of leaves beneath paws. Everyone except Saul, Kiana, and me.
My wolf paced inside me, restless-itching to get out and press close to her, to make sure she was
safe. That urge alone was enough to keep me rooted in my skin. I wasn’t going to indulge him just
because he couldn’t keep it in his damn fur.
Saul went to Kiana’s side and inflated the pillow for her knee. I settled just out of their sight and
listened to them talk.
“When Cora first went missing, we had our witch try and track her. Irene is a powerful white witch,
and she couldn’t track my twin more than twenty feet from our boundary,” Saul said quietly.
Kiana inhaled sharply, and Saul murmured an apology. After a moment, he continued.
“When Cora did return, she was in so much pain, she could barely speak. The only reason Troy
found your father was because Cora had a strange map in her pocket. Step counts from a rock
formation. It was lucky that Troy was familiar with the rock formation.”
“Lucky,” Kiana repeated flatly.
“The only thing is that the map was not written in Cora’s hand.”
I stiffened. Saul had never said that to me.
“You want me to admit that I wrote the map and sent your sister out in hopes that she’d see someone who might care before she died?” Kiana asked lightly. “Is that going to help you find closure, somehow?”
“Closure. That’s an odd term. Do you feel closure now that your father is dead?”
My mate snorted. “Fine. I get your point.”
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And what exactly was the point that Saul was trying to make?
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“Were there any other females taken with Cora? Any other females other than the children at the camp?”
“No. Just me. Why?”
“And the children. Did she know that they were there?”
Kiana was quiet for a moment. “I think so. I don’t really remember, but I probably told her to motivate her. Why?”
“So she never saw them.”
“No. She never got that far. She’d spent less than twelve hours at the camp, and she spent all of that with me. Do you want to know what we talked about?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t remember,” Kiana said, and my gut tightened. Normally, it was easy to tell when one of my wolves was lying, but with Kiana, it was always hard. It wasn’t my bond to tell me that she’d lied just then, but I heard a tell in her voice. A slightly higher pitch. The words spoken a little too quickly.
So far, she’d told Saul everything that he wanted to know. Why would she lie now?
“I see,” Saul said quietly. “Thank you for the information you did provide. I know that you didn’t
know Cora when she was at her best, but you were right. She was strong. A fighter.
She was born seventeen minutes before me, and she never let me forget it.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I thought you might want to know something about the woman who saved your life.”
“Since your alpha won’t listen to me, and I’m probably going to die on this trip with the rest of you, I would argue that your sister did not save my life.”
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