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Slade paced his living room with his keys in his hand. Howler followed behind him, whimpering. They both felt the same way. It wasn’t the same without Kyra there. She belonged with them. In his house. In his bed. In his life.
“I’m going to get her,” he said to Howler. Howler barked in agreement.
Slade was almost to the door when the bell rang. Howler let loose with a howl that drowned out anything Slade might have said. They both rushed to the door, yanking it open. Slade was sure it was going to be Kyra, back where she belonged. But it wasn’t.
“I’m on my way out,” Slade told Archer and Jack. Right behind them was the rest of the team.
“No, you’re not,” Archer said, using his bulk to block Slade and push his way inside.
“I need to go see Kyra,” Slade argued.
Archer shook his head
