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Kelly stands up. “Give me my phone.”

“Give me my phone, Alpha, please!”

“Give me my fucking phone, you fucking crazy prick!”

I snort out a laugh. “Ah, we snapped the formidable Kelly Raines' icy control.”

“I’m reporting you. I’m reporting all of you.”

I take a swig of the bottle and smile at him. “Please, do so.”

Kelly snatches his phone from Shale and stalks off, Ezy a half a step behind, but Gael stays with us, staring into the flames.

I’m not sure what to think about this quiet alpha. He’s got misery inside of him like it’s been a constant companion. He’s heart-sore.

Maybe we’re fixing more than just her.

I pass him the bottle and smile at him. “Hey, Gael?”

“Yeah?”

“Welcome to Pack Daane.”

His head snaps around, and he stares at us like he’s seen a ghost. “What?”

“We’re Pack Daane. Welcome.”

His mouth works, but it takes forever for him to move. When he does, he surprises me by reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small business card. He passes it to me. I look down at it and study the interesting painting. I recognise the style instantly, but I had no idea she’d created this.

Three demons dancing. Three shadows stretching back behind them. Did she know? I shiver. Sometimes, I think she truly has the Sight. No, I know she does. But this, this is us, tonight. Three demon shadows hunting and holding on to three demons.

How did she know?

There’s one word on this oracle card.

One word that encapsulates the entire evening.

Daane.

I throw my head back and howl with laughter.

Chapter seven

Aspyn

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I bare my teeth at the physio helping me move across the room. I’ve had multiple surgeries, but the nerve damage and muscle damage were extreme. My bone was broken in multiple different places, and now I’ve got steel rods holding me together.

I’ll probably always walk with a limp. But, with exercise, I might be able to increase and keep my range of movement.

No one really talks about the pain.

The days where I ache so badly. Or the nights when painkillers don’t even touch it.

I keep my mouth shut and bear with it, though, because mum still cries.

All the time.

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