The Alpha's Rejected Mate
Just — her hand on mine, deliberate and warm and present in the specific way that meant she was keeping track of me inside all the logistics.
"Two nights," she said.
"Two nights," I agreed.
"We're going to make it."
I looked at her across the table, the map between us covered in new pins, sixty wolves two hours south, the moon two nights from full, and everything we'd built still standing.
"Yes," I said. "We are."
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Calla's pov
I had held this wall with forty-one wolves and a prayer.
Now apparently I was getting sixty more by midnight, three strangers who moved like controlled weapons, and the information that the wall cavity in the east wing might be leaking concentrated argentum into the
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