Page 141 of Unforgivable

"We should go visit Luna Gloria tomorrow. Get her opinion. Macon is her son, after all," I muse.

"That's not a bad idea," Ezra says. Slowly he perks up, "it's actually a great idea."

I stand up with my sleeping female in my arms, careful of jostling her new injuries. I hate that she's going to sleep in Rhet's bed, but the asshole managed to finagle the sleeping arrangements in his favor.

His room is dark and quiet when I lay her down gently. A bedroll is already in the corner where Carmichael is crashing. Ezra pulls back the covers of the bed, and I lay her down, real gently.

"No sex," I tell Ezra bluntly.

"Say what, now?"

"She's too injured, and she's just been attacked again. I'll let Rhet know. For her sake, no sex for now. I want her to know we love her without her sleeping with us."

Ezra nods. "For emotional health, I get it."

"Yeah," I say. I stroke my thumb softly against her cheek, running it over the scar on her cheek and forehead. I fight back the tears welling up in my chest. How could such a beautiful, delicate creature have so much pain thrust on her shoulders?

I try to remember Cloe, to get a picture in my head, but it's blurry. She's not a female you think about while Lyri leaves an impression. I knew who the young female was as soon as Rhet brought back the news of Lyri Song's Shaming. I had her face in my head from the moment he said her name.

"My Luna," I murmur, "love you."

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Ezra

"Ezra," Carmichael claps me on the back. "Guess we're sleeping in the barn tonight, sí? This keeps up, and you'll need to build a packhouse up here."

"Funny," I mumble.

"Hey, listen. Rhet already told me that he's sleeping on the cot. I think it's dumb, but he's afraid of hurting her injuries or some shit like that."

"She is injured."

"And she needs her males. Just saying," Carmichael smirks.

"Yeah, about the barn, why don't you mosey on over there and stop talking to me?" I say with a forced grin.

"Aw, but I want to know where the hell you're going," he smirks back at me.

Gritting my teeth, I growl out, "nowhere," which gets me nowhere with Carmichael. Sighing, I admit, "to see my family. Gramps already knows about Lyri. Well, everyone knows she's here, but I want to tell my parents that they... ah... they need to be careful." Mainly because I burned down the Jensen's house earlier, I add silently. I want to check on Gramps.

Carmichael scowls. "You need to be careful, Ez. Can you trust your family not to go blabbing to Alpha Jax that something is up?"

"They don't like him," I say simply.

"I heard they don't like you much, either."

"Asshole," I mutter under my breath, walking into the forest and hoping Carmichael gets the hint.

When he starts to strip with me, I groan out loud. "Did I invite you to tag along?"

"There's a couple of wolves out there, spying, causing problems. I have no idea who they are or what they want, so you need to have backup. Your bros can't leave the ranch with so many guests and the pups, so you're stuck with me, perrito."

"Don't call me a puppy," I snap. I've been called worse. I wonder if Mr. Know-it-all knows that shit, too.

"You are her... what the fuck does she call you?"

"Sunshine," I smile.

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