Page 367 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

That was not what she’d expected him to say. She lowered her bag to the floor.

“Not even Carnarben is as safe as the pack lands, and we’ll have a chance to lay a trap for the Inquisition if they think you’re still here.”

“Why would you do that?” she asked. “We aren’t pack, and the werewolf community has managed to stay out of their crosshairs. Why would you risk bringing your whole community into a fight that isn’t yours?”

“You know why,” he said quietly, moving in and tentatively wrapping an enormous hand around hers.

Those damned sparks sent waves of comfort and familiarity through her. Yeah, she had her suspicions.

“You know we’re meant to be together. I won’t push you, but you need to understand I’ll move heaven and earth to make sure you and the pup are safe. You’re mine. Both of you.”

She believed him. And in claiming her daughter, he’d also claimed a piece of her heart. He didn’t have the whole thing—yet—but she could see how good it could be between them. Little tendrils of the spirit element wove between their clasped fingers, so bright she could see them even without witch sight. So could he.

“I guess witch magic recognises mates, too,” he said with a small smile, pulling her closer.

She fit snugly under his chin; his arms wrapped solidly around her as if he’d never let her go. For a moment, she relaxed. Nothing had ever felt this safe.

Thisright.

“Come to the pack house with me. They may have numbers on their side, but we’ll scare those Inquisition bastards so fucking badly, they’ll never move in on a supernatural again.”

Her mouth opened, the answer about to slip out when an angry voice interrupted her.

“What the fuck are you still doing here, Bitty? And where is my girl?”

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