Page 122 of Unforgivable

"I forgive you for not getting out of the damn truck and helping me burn this shithole down. I wouldn't put her down, either," Elias says. His rheumy eyes are twinkling.

This pack has crazy old wolves. Crazy. Old. Wolves.

"C'mon, Gramps. We'll give you a ride home."

"Don't need a ride! You think I'm lazy? You all's generation is lazy," Elias grumbles under his breath, stalking off into the woods.

One of the enforcers picks up the gas can with a sigh of resignation. He turns the cap back on, glances back at the house, and steps off the porch with a shake of his head.

"Thjis, let's get our female home," I call out. I keep my eyes on Beta Max, the prick looking put out that he didn't get to cause trouble for Elias and Thjis. No sign of Alpha Jax anywhere.

Thjis jumps into the bed of the truck, still looking pissed-off. "Your gramps is going to set this fire later. If he doesn't, I'll come back and do it."

"Shh," I caution him, still glaring at Beta Max. This male has always rubbed me the wrong way. If Ezra's grandparents have taken in the young female Jensen sisters, then there's no reason for Cal or his parents not to have their house burn to ash. Assholes.

We pull back down the road. When we are out of sight, a thud in the back tells me that Carmichael has joined us.

"Hola, Ezra," he sticks his head through the rear window. "That her?"

"That's our Lyri," I say proudly as Ezra shakes his hand.

"She's a small thing, sí?" he muses.

"Little but powerful," I reply.

He nods, looking pensive for a moment. "You're not afraid of hurting her; she's so tiny?"

I look at him out of the corner of my eye. "No," I say.

Carm just nods and sits back next to Thjis. "Who rejected her? You have a lot to tell me, primo."

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