Ivy walked into the herb tent. The canvas flap fell shut behind her. She didn't look back.Cain leaned against the pine tree outside the tent and watched the flap swing to stillness. Watched it for a long time.The quiet woman who'd walked into the Blackwood manor holding a clay pot: "calming tonic. Good for your migraines." The one he'd told "an Omega wouldn't survive up north." The one who'd spent three days on a cot in the healing center's storage room, couldn't even keep the healer at her side.Minutes ago, she had commanded the entire rescue camp's triage. Mixed medicines, changed dressings, directed evacuations with her own hands. Silvercrest's warriors and healers followed her lead without question. No one doubted her. No one thought she didn't belong.She wasn't something he'd lost.She was someone he'd never known.Cain pulled out his phone and called Reid.Reid picked up. "Alpha, the truck's already—""I'm staying in the north." Cain cut him off. His voice was raw, but every
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