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“So far, we have not encountered anything too terrible. Marietta can help too, but we need to hurry. I think we found our reason and possibly a solution to our situation. And…if we are right, we are on a deadline.”She jumps back from the window as I lift Marietta in, then follow my mate through the
105 - BenArriving back at the packhouse is surreal. Elara’s pack, our pack has been so sufficient in recovering from this attack that the only sign of a problem is the teetering and singed packhouse itself.There is no one else lying around injured, no cries for help or panic. Coven and Pack member
“Ben, this is amazing!” Trevor, a pack warrior, claps me on the back as we step through the main doors.“It’s not done, but it’s good enough to house everyone.” I shrug and look around for Marge and Maggie. Spotting them with a group of younger witches, I call out, “Marge! I need your help.” And jog
104 - BenI am going to lose my mind. She will be the death of me for sure. I would prefer to die buried inside her than worrying about what she is doing inside the crumbling packhouse with Brianna. I have been standing guard over Jason and Juliette for over an hour now. The steam has finally stoppe
“I’m not sure what to do.” I say over my shoulder to Brianna. “The window felt right, but nothing here does.” I feel stupid. The magic looks so easy when the witches use it, and I don’t know why I thought it would be easy for me to spot it or feel it or whatever with the amount of time I have spent
103 - ElaraShe follows me wordlessly. I feel like I am finally getting to the heart of what has been going on in my pack. As we move towards the wreckage, I feel my pulse increase. Maybe now I will get some real answers.“Do you feel a safe way in?” I ask over my shoulder, still prowling the perime
52 - KennedyAs we get back to my car, Danny is in the front seat and Jeeves is back to driving.“Jeeves! How was your run? Pleasant and uneventful I hope. Good to hear. Good to hear. Did you enjoy your time away from me? Catch up with any friends? Fight off any mean old rogues in my honor? No? T
Sure enough, my door is right next to his. The situation is only made more frustrating by the intensity of his mouth watering scent. This is going to be torture. No one as rude and disrespectful should look and smell the way he does, it isn’t fair to the rest of us mediocre people.When Robin lets
I pretend to be completely interested in my phone as I head back to my vehicle, but my attention is solely on my mate. I hear her yell ‘Jeeves!’ to Grant. He’s never going to live that down. Then she has an animated conversation with everyone in her vehicle. The way her hands move and the playful e
“We’ll still talk all the time. We’ll figure this out.” I pull back and pat his cheek, trying for a smile. I don’t believe a word I am saying, but for him I will try. I hug Rayna next. “Take care of him, we don’t do separation well.” Then Ben, Jason and Tommy. “You guys are going to be so bored w







