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EMBER My lips pressed together as I stared at the stack of papers held out to me. The small office beside Dex's was a bit unusual compared to any workplace I had seen when I had cleaned offices in the New Moon Pack pack house. Personal items covered every shelf, and pictures of the man's family h
His voice cracked, and I swallowed hard as he said her name. Dex was only a few rooms down in his office. The last thing I needed was for him to shut down on me again if he heard her name when he had just asked me to consider accepting his mark. We needed to find a way to move forward. I had plann
EMBER "What are you talking about?" I asked breathlessly, the hallway feeling significantly smaller than it had before. I hoped that he had just found out I had a wolf. That was something I could easily come up with a story for. But this… depending on what Tristan told Jensen, covering this issue
He stated, and I was faintly aware of Jensen following me and stopping in the doorway. My fingers curled into fists in Dex's shirt, the papers in my left hand crinkling as I did so, and I closed my eyes tightly as I felt my wolf start to fall back. "Shift!" Dex ordered, using his Alpha command. M
DEX Caroline walked up the front steps, her skin glistening with sweat from her morning run. I nodded in her direction, greeting her before looking back out over the pack land as the sun barely hit the tops of the trees. "You're out early," She said with a smile as she turned and joined me on the
They had bonded. The two damaged souls had found each other, and even if it wasn't fate, it was powerful. "Your wolf has never had a problem with me before!" She argued, narrowing her eyes at me. "He wants his mate," I said, leaning against the railing that wrapped around the large porch. "I was
EMBERCole stood as still as a statue, and I couldn’t control it as my gaze kept moving from the caravan of vehicles rounding the drive to him. His eyes were glazed over, and his normally tanned skin had a green hue that made me fear he would be sick. I was more worried for him than I was about the
“Ember,” Tristan called out behind me, but Dex placed his hand on my lower back as he kept me facing forward, guiding me toward a conference room on the first floor. I wasn’t going to turn around anyway. I didn’t want to see Tristan's face again before I had to. “Ember," Tristan called out again a