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If he took the werewolf spells. If he ran fast enough. If he destroyed everything, then his brother might live.
“I don’t know what Alex will do if Pellos dies,” said Sebastian. His voice sounded very far away.
Killian knew that if Pellos died, Alex wouldn’t survive. Alex needed the pack, but Pellos was his son in all the ways that mattered.
“I’m on my way,” said Killian.
He hung up the phone and stared at Moira’s beautiful face. She was everything he’d ever ask for in a mate. She protected her family and stood by them, even when she couldn’t remember why.
Somewhere Pellos was bleeding to death in an ambulance.
Slowly Killian walked back into the library.
“Ooh, that felt weird,” said Moira, as the librarian finished the ritual. She shook herself and grimaced. Killian walked past her to the table where they had left their gear. Her bag was there, the werewolf spell scroll sticking out the top. He knew the vial with the cure was in there as well. He reached out and picked it up.
He turned and went back to Moira.
“Did it feel weird to you? It was like there was water under my scalp.” She smiled at him as he approached but then frowned as she saw his expression. “Killian, are you all right?”
“No,” said Killian. Then he reached out and pulled her to him,kissing her with every ounce of his being. “I love you,” he said, hoping she would believe him later. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” she started to laugh but stopped as he walked away. “Killian?”
He reached the door and stepped through. “You were right,” he said, looking back over his shoulder. “The pack has to come first. I wish it didn’t, but I can’t put you before their lives.”
“Killian, what are you doing?” asked Moira. Confusion was in every line of her body.
“Leaving,” he said and slammed the door. He watched it fade from view until there were only olive trees where it had been, then he turned around and began to run.
Epilogue
Coming Home
Sebastian
Sebastian threw some of Alex’s clothes into a bag. It had been over twenty-four hours. He felt adrift. He could sense everything unraveling, and he no longer had any ideas. He’d always prided himself on having contingency plans. He didn’t have a backup plan for the pack imploding. How had they come to this? He couldn’t lone wolf it again. If the pack went down, he was with Alex until the end, but the end had never felt so frighteningly close.
Sebastian heard the distant sound of a motor, and he flipped off the light before reaching for his pistol. He made his way back to the front door and waited. The harsh moon shadows on the living room floor were barely offset by the twinkling solar lights on the deck. The constant brush of the waves on the beach below filled in the silence. The door creaked open, and a lanky figure entered, but someone else waited at the door. The man hesitated before reaching for the light on the side table.
“That’s far en—” Sebastian finally got a clean scent, and he breathed out in relief. “Hudson?”
“Bastian?”
“Oh, fucking thank the wolf mother,” growled Sebastian. He didn’t know who the other person was, but he didn’t care as long as Hudson had come home.
Hudson snapped on the lamp, and Sebastian stepped out into the living room, holstering the pistol.
“Yazmin, you can come in,” called Hudson.
A girl entered cautiously, eyeing Sebastian nervously. Big dark eyes and a crisp white shirt, hair pinned up with a pencil. Shelooked like an adventurous academic—just Hudson’s type.
“Sebastian, what the fuck is going on?”
“Some bad shit, Hud,” said Sebastian, honestly.
“Sebastian, this is Yazmin Hunter-Blake. She’s a doctor of Egyptology.”
“Well, not yet,” Yazmin said. “I haven’t finished my dissertation.”
