CORBIN'S POV
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"You got me into what?" Dustin's eyes narrow, his lip twitching up in a snarl. "Watching Azalea's kid." I repeat. Dustin snorts, rolling his eyes as he turns his head, looking out of the window. "I heard what you said the first time." He grits out. "Then why ask?" I taunt. His chest bounces on a silent scoff as we drive to the Storm Blazers pack. "You said it was an emergency." Dustin's distaste is like a venomous sneer. "I need this." I explain. "No, you don't." Dustin argues. Technically, I don't need it, but I desperately want it.
I want to be with her, desperately, wholeheartedly, and with each aching breath. "So what you're saying is that she won't be a fit ruler for my pack?" My grip on the steering wheel tightens, knuckles turning a shade lighter. I feel Dustin's
