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“When is weird good?” Adam asked.

“I don’t know. When you try a weird food and it turns out to taste good?”

Adam rolled his eyes with a chuckle and looked at his mate. “What do you mean, baby?”

Her eyes turned a bright golden color and she let out another, deeper sigh. “Tonight is a turning point,” she said, her voice taking on an ethereal quality. “Change is coming. For the pack. For us.”

Her eyes flashed brightly and then returned to their normal green and she sagged against Adam.

“Holy shit, baby, are you okay?”

“I’m good, but that was bad weird. I need to sit down.”

Adam scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the house. Brick looked at Leo, who shrugged. “I guess we aren’t the only ones feeling like something is going on.” He looked up at the slowly darkening sky. “Maybe this is the night.”

“For what?” Brick asked.

“Magic. Romance. Finding our truemates.”

“Hope springs eternal.”

“Indeed.” Leo chuckled and strode off, heading toward the clearing where the pack was gathering before the hunt.

Brick went into the house to check on his alphas, and Adam said Cinder was fine, just tired, and couldn’t explain the sudden prophetic-sounding words.

“Whatever happens,” Brick said, “it’s the full moon and the night is filled with promise.”

“I like your optimism,” Adam said. “Go get everyone ready. I’ll bring Cinder out in a few.”

He nodded and left. Once upon a time, the full moon hunts started off with the pack alphas having sex in front of the bonfire and supernaturally sharing their pleasure with the pack. Up until a few years ago, it was the status quo. But in the last year orso, Cinder had decided it was antiquated, and the pack could just choose to be happy with or without their help.

Brick didn’t mind.

He rarely had someone to enjoy it with anyway since he’d long tired of the full moon lays with female pack members that never turned into anything.

What he really wanted was to find his truemate and share the full moon with her.

Maybe Leo was right and tonight was the night.

Or maybe Leo was off his rocker and full of shit.

Either way, Brick would hunt like the rock star he was and take down the biggest buck. He never tired of the thrill of the hunt.

Finding his parents in the crowd by the bonfire, he kissed his mom, Sophie, on the cheek.

“You look happy,” she said.

“I don’t know, Mom. I feel like something good is coming.”

“Oh? Like a mate and some grandbabies for me?” Her brows lifted, and she smiled hopefully.

“I don’t know, but something’s coming.”

Hopefully something good.

Chapter

Three

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