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DALLAS
The closer we got to home, the more my beast settled, but the more my human concerns grew. I called Asher when I stopped for gas, just to check if it was okay if I brought Nick and Kit back. He gave his approval without question, but I still felt as if I'd failed him a little by not taking that into account. I wasn't used to operating in a pack. That wasn't an excuse, just a reality, and something I would need to work on, especially if I was going to be raising a cub.
I hoped I would be raising a cub. I wouldn't force Nick to stay, but I desperately wanted him to. I wanted to wake up each morning with him by my side, build a house for him and our children, and breed him full of cubs. It was primal, and old-fashioned, and I couldn't help it.
I'd been so worried about whether N
