Candice.
We made it back to the pack in twenty minutes.
Claude drove like the road owed him something and I sat in the backseat with Leo’s wolf clutched in both hands, my face still wet, my chest still in pieces. I watched the pack house rise through the trees and felt like throwing up. Behind us the northern trace was already being handed off to two of Killian’s warriors who would chase it while we dealt with this bullshit.
Killian had jumped out the second we crossed into pack land. No goodbye. Just one long look through the car window — heavy, full of things we never said — before he shifted and disappeared into the trees. His wolf hit the pack bond so hard I felt it slam into my ribs like a second heartbeat.
I pressed my hand against my sternum and tried to breathe.
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