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GAVIN POV

    "I thought you were going to head for Outcast tonight if your mate wasn't in the pack," Dad says as he comes into my room and sits on my bed like he owns the place.

   I glare at him before looking back down at my wood carving.

  "I'm going to head out tomorrow," I mumble before scraping my knife across the rough surface of my failed squirrel.

     Dad makes a sound in his throat but doesn't say anything. He glances around at my room and then sighs.

  "You know your mom wasn't born in the pack. I had to go to Outcast to find her. You could always come to me for advice," Dad says when his eyes land back on me.

    I completely forgot that my mom was not born Thurman. She and Dad met at Outcast during a typical hunt.

    "I forgot," I whisper as I stare at my dad