The Lost Pack
Parker hovers just behind him, eyes warm, but I don’t miss the anxiety behind them.
“We’ll take care of her,” Parker says quietly.
“You’d better,” Ryder replies.
He kisses my forehead again, then steps back.
“Go,” he murmurs. “Before I change my mind.”
Callen grips the door handle, opens it, and jerks his chin.
“Alright, freckles,” he sighs. “Field trip. Let’s go look at the zombie wolves.”
Parker groans. “They’re not zombies.”
Callen scoffs. “If it died and came back weird, it’s a zombie.”
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