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I watch him carefully, thinking of how I used to make them let me have my heats in the cave. There was no logic or reason to my decision, it was all based on fear. I wasn’t well, I couldn’t be talked out of it. I believed I deserved to be there.

“Whatever they did to you, I’m sorry for it.”

His eyes widen and then narrow.

“Impudent bitch.”

He raises his hand, but Keagan catches it and squeezes until he drops to his knees on the floor.

“You were told the other day to watch how you talk to this pack.”

Holt hisses. “Typhor will bring glory back to the Boothe line.”

“Oh, will he? Is he going to pop out some hybrid Boothe kids? Or are you just okay if he steals the Boothe name, too?”

The old man looks so pitiful on his knees, his eyes milky and lost. I reach out to Keagan, placing my hand on his arm.

“Let’s go. Leave him be. He hasn’t hurt me.”

Keagan turns on me, and, with one look, his anger evaporates. He sweeps me up, letting Holt crash to the floor.

“Keagan?”

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say that I know that I’ve not been myself here, but I’m not giving up on you. On our pack. I’m going to fight all of this because we belong together.”

Keagan stops and closes his eyes. I look around, wondering what’s happening.

“You amaze me, and I’m not sure we deserve you, Aspyn, but we are yours. Forever and always. We will always fight for you, too.”

I cup his cheek and lean into kiss him.

“We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?” I ask when I pull back. “Like, we’ll figure it out?”

“Whatever happens, we will sort it out together.”

I nod my head. “Then you should know that no one is doing okay, Keagan. We have to get out of this house.”

He sighs and starts walking again. “Yes, I know.”

“Even if we go to a hotel or hire another house, we need to get out just for a couple of days.”

“We need to set up for the Raines coming down and the party, and then we can go. Can we last that long?”

I love the fact he respects me enough to ask. I think of the black wave, poised to slam down on us, and it doesn’t feel urgent or threatening.

“We can last.”

But the pressure is weighing on the pack.

It’s weighing on me.

But I’d go anywhere, be anywhere, if it means I get to be with this pack.

Chapter thirty-seven

Keagan

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