Page 58 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“You need to sort it out,” I say, thinking of Serena, thinking of how I know eventually I’ll forgive her, even if I never let her back in my life, simply because I don’t want to carry that hatred around on my shoulders forever.
He pauses once more and then nods again. “We’re working on it.”
My eyebrows leap up my forehead in disbelief.
“You are?”
“Yes.” He hesitates. “We hurt someone important to us and we realize we don’t want that to ever happen again.”
I’ve been trying to harden my heart against these men, but, hearing his words, it softens just a tad.
“I’m glad,” I say.
“Call me the next time you want to go beach cleaning.”
“I’ll think about it,” I say and to my surprise he doesn’t argue.
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Bea
I can’t sleepthat night. There’s too much swirling around in my mind.
Serena. Finding a job. Silver. Home.
I toss and turn in my bed like a princess with a flipping pea under her mattress. My restless mind won’t leave me alone.
In the end, I admit defeat, and in the darkness pad through to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water.
My hand is on the tap, when I hear scuffling noises from outside.
For a minute, I dismiss the noise as one of the birds that like to run across our roof. But the longer I listen, the more I’m sure it’s a person outside.
I think of Silver’s warning about the clinic.
My heart thumps in my chest. My blood runs icy cold.
The alarm is five paces away on the counter and the windows and doors are all locked.
The shotgun is locked in a cupboard by the door and the drawer by my hip is full of kitchen knives.
Should I call out to Courtney? Jump the intruder? Ring for help?
I lower my glass to the counter, careful not to make a noise and as I do a scent hits my nose.
Gunpowder.
Nate.
I creep as quietly to the window as I can and peer out.
He’s sitting on the porch, a cool bag resting beside him and he’s unloading silver foil-wrapped dishes and placing them by the back door.
I rise up on my tiptoes, leaning forward to get a closer look.
“Omega,” he says, “I know you’re there.”
I jolt and gasp, nearly losing my balance and tumbling to the floor.
