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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
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2026-04-14 06:57:43RILEY
I got to the facility at five-thirty. Knox met me in the parking lot, and Hunter came out the front door in his regular clothes — the shift back had apparently been faster than the first shift out, because he'd had motivation — and ran across the lot and hit me at full speed with both arms around my waist.
I held him.
He was warm the way children always are after significant physical exertion, and he smelled like himself plus something new, something with more depth to it, the beginning of the particular scent adult wolves carry. I held him for a long time and he let me without his usual commentary about the appropriate duration of hugs.
"You okay," I said into the top of his head.
"Yeah." His voice was muffled against my jacket. "The paws were a lot bigger."
"Grayson says that happens."
"Were Dad's paws big."
I looked at Knox over Hunter's head. Knox looked back.
"Very big," Knox said. "Biggest in the pack for about six months. Grayson has evidence."
"I'd like to see the evidence," Hunter said, pulling back, already transitioning from the hug to the information-gathering phase that was his natural operating mode.
Luna appeared at the doorway of the facility, Gerald under her arm, looking at her brother with the specific expression she'd been wearing since birth when she was right about something and felt the moment for acknowledging it had arrived. "I knew it was going to happen," she said.
"You keep saying that," Hunter said.
"Because I did."
"How."
She considered this with evident care. "I don't know how. I just knew." She looked at me. "Are we going home."
"We're going home."
Knox drove. The twins were in the back. Hunter asked questions about first shifts — mechanics, timeline, expected growth of the wolf form relative to his height — for forty minutes, and Knox answered all of them, and I sat in the passenger seat and looked at the road and tried to locate myself in this version of my life that kept becoming something I hadn't planned.
It wasn't bad. That was the thing I kept arriving at, the thing I kept having to examine because it seemed unlikely. It wasn't bad. It was complicated and uncertain and there were real threats and a council that had half-heartedly confirmed my standing and a bond I hadn't completed and a dead father I'd never met and an investigation Grayson was running that might find things I wasn't ready for.
But it wasn't bad.
The twins were in the back seat arguing mildly about something. Knox was driving with one hand on the wheel the way he always did. The city spread out on the horizon, its familiar light. Somewhere in the building we were going back to, Mara had left an extremely detailed voicemail about the Q3 projections for the shop, which I needed to listen to and then call her back, because Mara's projections were things that required prompt response and comprehensive engagement.
"Riley," Knox said.
"Yeah."
"You've been quiet for twenty minutes."
"I'm thinking."
He didn't push. Of course he didn't push.
"I'm glad you were there," I said. It came out more plainly than I'd intended, without the buffer I usually kept between the honest thing and the spoken thing. "When he shifted. I'm glad you were there and not me, because you knew what to do and I—" I stopped. "I wouldn't have known what to do."
"You would have figured it out."
"Maybe. But I'm still glad it was you."
A pause. "That's—" He stopped too.
"Don't make it a moment," I said. "It's just a true thing."
"Okay," he said.
We drove the rest of the way home.
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