Jake barely remembered getting Alice home.
One second they were standing in the school parking lot.
The next, he was helping her through the front door while every protective instinct inside him screamed.
Mine is hurting.
Fix it.
Fix it now.
His wolf was restless.
Agitated.
Furious.
Because Alice had cried.
Because she'd looked broken.
And Jake hated it.
Absolutely hated it.
Evelyn looked up from the kitchen table the moment they walked in.
Then froze.
Because Alice wasn't speaking.
Wasn't crying.
Wasn't angry.
She was quiet.
And somehow that was worse.
Much worse.
"Alice?" Evelyn asked softly.
No response.
Alice walked past her and sat on the couch.
Jake stayed beside her.
Not touching her.
Just beside her.
Ready.
Always ready.
Evelyn looked between them.
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