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All the hurt, betrayal, and bitterness of the past had vanished—burned away in the warmth of real love and unwavering protection. (The End)

“Okay, so my favorite author is Tom Clancy. His early stuff is really good, but he got increasingly self-indulgent with his later novels.” “One of his earlier novels, then,” I said. Andre looked legitimately excited now. “There are three options, all of which are great. His best written novels are probably Hunt for Red October or Clear and Present Danger.” “I didn’t ask for the best written,” I clarified. “I asked for your favorite book.” He grinned widely. “I’m glad you made that distinction, because my favorite book of his is Red Storm Rising. It’s the second book he published.” “It’s not a depressing book about nuclear war, is it?”

"Greyson, you knew territory was a sensitive topic among packs, yet you used it to cause strain among them and demanded military back-up. But in truth, you were hoping to secure your position through war and gain resources for yourself, right?" Before Greyson could reply, I punched another one of Cole's friends in the gut. "Lucas, you tried to manipulate the conflict in the Council of Elders to your advantage and spread rumors of certain packs allying themselves with bounty hunters. But you were secretly trying to stir up unrest so you could paint yourself as the next democratic representative, weren't you?" I threw Lucas toward another person. They collided together like pendulums. "Theodor

Just the calm of a man who had calculated everything three steps ahead. He finally turned to me. That gaze—dark, deep, and a little sly—made me bite my lower lip without realizing. “If I weren’t Reagan Russo…” he murmured, leaning his head back against the seat. “...and if you weren’t Tara Moguel, always Tiara’s backup… this story would’ve been a cheap romance classic on TV.” I scoffed. “Thanks for the reminder.” He laughed. Not loud. But deep and... damn it, tempting. “You’re welcome.”