Vicky~
"It won't be necessary."
He said it without looking back, already turning to go, his Beta falling into step beside him without a word.
I watched his tall figure disappear around the corner and let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
My phone was still in Rowan's coat pocket, three streets and a lifetime away. No way to call a car, no way to reach Mara, no way to do anything but stand there and wait. Off-duty warriors drank under braziers outside the pack-run dens lining the block, their scent tangled with smoke and cheap whiskey, groups of young wolves laughing their way past me like I was furniture.
Several minutes passed. Not one taxi so much as slowed.
Twenty-five days, Lyra reminded me, distant now. This doesn't count against them. None of tonight does.
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