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For a long moment he remains silent, and I think he is going to tell me to leave.Fear courses through me at the thought of having to roam the world alone.The thought of never belonging to a pack scares me senseless no matter what lies I try to force-feed myself late at night when I’m alone.

“You’re in luck.I’m headed over there.”

He walks away and for a moment I am frozen to the spot.He turns to look at me with a frown.

“Are you coming?”

And I scamper after him little a lost, little puppy.

Chapter Two

Thomas

I watch from my perch above the main gate as a tall, blonde woman follows Godrick into the Katu wolves’ compound.My wolf is losing his mind, rampage inside me and fighting to get out.I know what this means but I try to fight the truth.

This stranger, the woman who just walked through the gate, is my fated mate.My greatest fear simply traipsing through the forest and striking up conversations with people they don’t know.

I want to rage at the injustice of the fucking universe, but I hold myself back, frozen to the spot.If I move now, I will probably lose the last bit of control I have over my beast.The last thing I need is for my unpredictable, overgrown wolf to be running around doing whatever he damn well pleases.

“Thomas.”

A hand lands on my shoulder, shaking me out of my entranced state.I need to be more vigilant about my surroundings, especially with the hunters still in our area but the woman distracted me.Turning, I find Rose behind me.

“I brought you something to eat,” she says softly.

“Thank you, Rose.”I take the plastic container from her, the smell of grilled chicken already invading my senses.“You don’t have to keep doing this.”

“I like feeding people,” she says, her cheeks flushing dark pink.“I’m good at it and I get to make sure everyone is still doing okay at the same time.”

I smile at her explanation.After being held captive by the hunters each of us have walked away with our own damage.I hide my true self, my true nature from everyone as well as I can.Rose has become a provider, always needing to touch base, and James has taken to teaching self-defense to anyone above the age of ten.

Those monsters have left a lasting impression not just on us, but on everyone we come into contact with.

“What were you thinking about when I came up here?”she asks.“I called out your name four times and you didn’t hear me.”

I plaster on a fake smile before replying, “Just daydreaming.”

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