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“What?”
“You’ll be here. You’ll look after him, won’t you? You’re his best friend.”
Drew sticks his chin out. “He’s my brother.”
For the first time all day, I want to smile. I won’t feel relief until Quinn is up and walking around, even if I fancy I can now feel that bond resting right alongside my blessing.
Maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
“Look after him for me?”
“You’re coming back?”
“Yes.”
Drew chews his lower lip, then nods. “Fine.”
“We’ll call you when he wakes up,” Kieran says.
“Thank you,” I say.
Paxton steers me towards the door. I hear him say something else, but I don’t focus on it. I need to report to the others, and then I need to get back here.
And at some point in all of that, I need to deal with the fact that apparently Quinn is my mate.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Quinn
Cold.It’scold.It’scold and I’m empty and he’s gone they took him, took him far, took him forever. Where am I? Why is it dark? Why am I cold?
Where is he—
Where’s Asher? He said he’d be here, said he’d never abandon me, but now he’s gone and now—
I open my eyes on my next gasping breath, and I’m startled to find myself staring up at my own bedroom ceiling.
Where’s Asher? Why am I here?
“Quinn?”
I turn my head. Drew is sitting next to my bed, and he looks like…
He’s been crying.
I can’t catch my breath. Drew’s eyes widen in panic, but before he can call out to anyone else—I can hear them all, just beyond the door—I realise I cansmellthem, too.
Not even that.
I feel my wolf.
I canfeelmy wolf.
He surges out of me, clawing his way to the surface, and by the time Drew is on his feet, I’ve already shifted, body all twisted up in the duvet and the clothes I was just wearing. Kieran appears in the doorway a second later, and I scent Deacon behind him, but I can’t see him yet.
I whine, ears pressed back as I try to back up the bed. I can’t. I snap at the duvet still trapped around me, and Kieran approaches slowly, hands raised.
“Fuck, it’s good to see you,” he says. “Let me help?”
