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Chapter Twenty

Something was wrong.Honor didn’t know what it was, but Gabriel was different. The dark, stormy expression had settled in and stayed, and he was distracted all the time — present in body, somewhere else entirely in his head. She turned it over, the way she turned everything over, looking for the angle that explained it. Had she done something wrong? Had she overstayed her welcome, worn out whatever novelty she represented? The not-knowing was worse than any answer would have been. Whatever small confidence she’d been building — in this house, in this family, in him — shriveled back, and she felt herself retreating into the particular smallness she knew how to inhabit.He still woke her before dawn to train, and he trained her hard, which was the one thing that didn’t change. She hated the weights but loved the kickboxing — loved the specific satisfaction of hitting something with intention and having it mean something. She thought she was getting stronger, but Gabriel gave her so littl

Chapter Twenty-One

Gabriel scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down as if she were as fragile as glass, and then knelt beside her and continued the kiss where he’d left off — all the careful restraint of the past weeks dissolving at once, his hunger for her coming through undisguised and certain. His hands found the hem of her shirt and pulled it up so he could touch her bare skin, and she moaned and arched into him, wanting more, needing more, her hands already working impatiently at his t-shirt until he pulled it off over his head and did the same for her.She was nearly naked before him — only her panties, since his oversized t-shirt had become her preferred nightwear — and he looked at her the way he always looked at her, like she was the most extraordinary thing he’d ever encountered, and for once she didn’t argue with it.He worshiped her. There was no other word for it — the unhurried attention he paid to her neck, her collarbone, the tender junction where her neck met her shoul

Chapter Twenty-Two

After breakfast, Honor volunteered for dishes and Gabriel picked up the drying towel without being asked, positioning himself next to her at the sink. She handed him a plate and waited.“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.“I know.” She handed him another plate. “You’ve been carrying it for weeks. Whatever it is.”He set the plate down and turned to look at her. She kept her eyes on the sink, scrubbing methodically, giving him the space to say it in his own time. He appreciated that about her — the way she never pushed, never pried, just made room.“Someone came to the trailer after we left. Looking for you. Not Tanner — someone hired to find you.” He watched her hands slow on the plate. “There’s a contract on your life, Honor. Someone paid to have you killed.”She was quiet for a moment. Scrubbing the same spot. “That’s what you’ve been doing. These past weeks.”“Yes.”“Why didn’t you tell me?”“I didn’t want to scare you. I thought I could find answers quickly and then—”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Gabriel shut himself in the small office above the pack’s restaurant in town and pulled out his phone. “Violet. What do you have for me?”“Something good.” A pause. “But it’s going to cost you.”“How much?”“How much is it worth to you, Gabe?” Her voice had the particular quality of someone who already knew the answer and was enjoying the negotiation anyway.“Ten thousand.”“Fifty. Or I develop a very convenient memory problem.”“Fine. Fifty, in your account within the hour, if the intel holds up.”“It’ll hold up, baby. It always does.”“Then talk.”“I bugged Todd’s phone.” A beat of satisfied silence. “He got a call this morning. Someone wanted to know who the wolf at the trailer was. Todd held out for sixty grand before he gave them your name. And your location.”Gabriel went very still. “Tennessee.”“Tennessee.”He said something under his breath. Todd had sold him out for sixty thousand dollars, which was almost insulting. “Who made the call?”“Number registered to a Lance Pollard.

Chapter Twenty-Four

A small, dark brown wolf followed Honor’s scent through the trees all the way to the small spring. Seeing Honor curled up in the dirt, she hurriedly shifted back and pulled on the dress she’d been carrying in her mouth. “Oh my Goddess, are you all right, sweetheart? Why are you sleeping in the dirt?”Honor yawned and eyed her mother-in-law warily. “Nothing’s wrong. I just felt really sleepy.”“Oh.” Elena plopped down next to her with the comfortable ease of someone who had sat in forest dirt before and had no objection to doing it again. “You ran off and you were gone so long — I was worried. If anything happened to you, Gabriel would never forgive me.”Honor picked leaves off her shirt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just — didn’t know what to do with myself.”“I expect it was rather a lot to take in.” Elena looked at her hands, still slightly damp from the spring. “The healing. It surprised you.”“I’ve never done anything like that before.” Honor twisted her fingers. “Or —

Chapter Twenty-Five

Todd's phone buzzed in his pocket and he already didn't want to answer it. Private number. He answered it anyway, because there were worse things than answering a call you didn't want, and one of them was ignoring a call from someone who knew where you were."Yeah." He had to raise his voice over the casino noise."Todd." The voice was what it had always been: rough, unhurried, the particular gravelly quality of a man who had given orders for so long that the weight of authority had settled permanently into his vocal cords. Abraham King, disembodied as always, existing only as a voice on a phone that you answered or regretted not answering.Todd felt the sweat start. "Boss.""It has come to my attention," Abe said, with the measured pace of someone reading from a verdict rather than making conversation, "that you have betrayed one of our own.""I have no idea what—""Panama." Just the name, and the particular flatness of it, cut off the denial before it got anywhere. "Do you imagine I

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Oh my Goddess, kitten, I thought you were going to sleep forever." Jasmin's face hovered over her, upside down and impatient. "I'm so bored. And it's almost dinnertime. Up, up, up." She hauled Honor to her feet with one hand like she weighed nothing, then held on to her elbow and peered at her. "You okay? Do you need to be carried?"Honor stared at her. "No. I do not need to be carried.""Okay, okay, I was just asking!" Jasmin laughed and let go. She bounced on the balls of her feet, rolling her shoulders. "Race you back to the house?""Seriously?""Yes, seriously. I've been sitting still for, like, an hour. Building pine cone condos. I'm going to lose my mind." She crouched into a sprinter's stance. "Ready?"Honor looked at her bodyguard — six feet of designer-clad muscle and spiky red hair, vibrating with pent-up energy like a Labrador puppy in a body built for war — and sighed. GI Jane with ADHD. That was who Gabriel had left her with."Okay," she said. "Go."Jasmin tore off throug

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Honor heard the engine before the truck cleared the trees, and she was out the front door and down the porch steps before he'd even cut the ignition. He barely had time to step down before she flew into his arms.He caught her like he'd been waiting to do exactly that, lifting her clean off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and held on. He buried his face in her hair and breathed her in, deep and long, like a man surfacing from underwater."Sweet Moon Goddess," he murmured against her neck. "I missed you so much.""Me too," she whispered.He didn't put her down. He carried her through the front door and up the curved staircase, past the startled face of Ryan in the hallway, into the bedroom, and kicked the door shut behind them with his heel. He lowered her to the bed and followed her down.The first time they'd made love, he had been careful with her — gentle, patient, reading every breath. This time was different. This time he was hung

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Gabriel was at his computer in the office above the restaurant, composing an encrypted email to an old friend from King's. He'd been at it for hours — reaching out to every contact he'd made in ten years of work, calling in every favor he was owed, looking for any whisper about the rogue who had picked up the new contract on Honor. Somebody knew something. Somebody always did.He felt a new urgency now, sharper than before. He was tired of waiting. Tired of living with one eye on the door. He wanted this finished so he could start the life he'd spent a decade believing he would never have. He would take the Alpha's mantle from his father, the way he'd always been meant to — but only with Honor at his side as his Luna, and only once she was safe.He hadn't even introduced her to the pack yet. That bothered him more than he'd expected. Two hundred people who would love her the moment they met her, and she'd spent her first weeks here hiding in his family's kitchen and his family's woods

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"We need to get out of here," Gabriel said urgently, struggling to get his feet under him with Honor's dead weight in his arms.He was too late.The smell hit him first — rank and sour, unmistakable. Rogue. A wolf with no pack and no rules, the stink of it rolling ahead of him up the stairwell. Then the man himself appeared in the shattered doorway and stepped through it like he owned the place, a rifle cradled easily in his arms."Well, damn." He looked around the wrecked office, at the glass and the blood and the overturned chair, and spat on the floor. "That was altogether too easy. The great Gabriel Shepherd has fallen."He was not an impressive man to look at. Medium height, barrel-chested, with a ridiculous bushy mustache that sat beneath his oversized nose like a push broom someone had glued there. But he held the rifle with the casual ease of someone who'd used one many times, and his eyes were small and bright and pleased with themselves.Jasmin moved without a word. Naked as

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