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“I’m safe,” Jin says in a shocked daze. “We’re all safe.”

“You’re free,” I reply.

And I feel that deep in my bones.

We’re free.

What comes next?

CHAPTER THIRTY

Torin’s Bedroom, Idol Estate

Six months later…

I burrow deeperinto the nest in Torin’s bedroom. I pull the fresh, velvet covers that are in every color of the rainbow, around me against the cold.

Outside, frost lattices the windows. Snow feathers from the gray sky, covering the gardens and woods.

Inside this manor, however, the world has been transformed from dreary gray to bright color.

As soon as Torin became Head Alpha six months ago, I expected him to want to move out of his tiny bedroom. He insisted, however, that he never wanted to forget where he came from and that we had permission to hand him his ass, if he ever became an Alphahole like his family.

I know how much that weighs on him. I understand because my own legacy has done the same.

But not any longer.

I’ve forged my own path. I will have pack bonds, love, a journalism career, and I can still work for the PBU.

My mission hasn’t changed, but I have.

I’m going to help Torin to see the same thing.

This is why we worked together as a pack to clean and then decorate this bedroom.

Jin painted the walls blue to match Torin’s eyes but ended up with more paint over himself and in his hair than on the walls.

Cricket and I hung leather drapes and chose the new rainbow bedding with a huge pile of dragon and wolf shaped cushions.

Torin has rested in an act that I know is defiance about ten guitars around the edges of the room, including the indigo one that he played in the concert that liberated us all.

The one that went viral around the world.

It also made Torin as famous as Jin and Immortal, just as he always should have been.

A well-worn and loved knitted cricket and a newly knitted dragon with wonky wings sits on the nightstand in pride of place next to a pile of folded letters, which are tied with a silver ribbon.

They include every single letter that Cricket wrote to Jin.

Jin saved them, reading them devotedly every day. He hid them to protect them from Zoe. They truly saved Jin because they gave him hope that he was cared about and loved.

Jin placed them on the nightstand as a symbol of our new lives.

He never has to hide his love again.

He never has to only read about family life.

Honestly, the room is an aesthetic disaster. But none of us care becausewechose it.

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