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Selene follows us to the Blackwood pack lands, only veering off once we get close to Ava’s family home.

She refuses to listen when I try to herd her back in the direction of the alpha’s home, slipping around my besotted wolf to trot her way into the front yard, inspecting every inch.

She won’t talk to me, my wolf whines pathetically in my head.

Fuck, is that what I sound like when I complain to him?

I hope not. He sounds like a lovesick teenager. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Why won’t she speak to me? It must be your fault. She’s mad at you. I told you not to reject our mate.

Again, with the me–blaming. I already know it’s my fault; he doesn’t have to rub it in. She’s a dog, not a wolf. She’s not talking to you because she can’t. But my own explanation sounds… wrong.

There’s no way that husky is a normal dog.

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103 Lucas Bring Her Home

103 Lucas: Bring Her Home

LUCAS

Selene follows us to the Blackwood pack lands, only veering off once we get close to Ava’s family home.

She refuses to listen when I try to herd her back in the direction of the alpha’s home, slipping around my besotted wolf to trot her way into the front yard, inspecting every inch.

She won’t talk to me, my wolf whines pathetically in my head.

Fuck, is that what I sound like when I complain to him?

I hope not. He sounds like a lovesick teenager.

Why won’t she speak to me? It must be your fault. She’s mad at you. I told you not to reject our mate.

Again, with the me–blaming. I already know it’s my fault; he doesn’t have to rub it in. She’s a dog, not a wolf. She’s not talking to you because she can’t. But my own explanation sounds… wrong.

that husky is

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but she doesn’t act like one.

he chants, following behind

the area, and whispers besides. None of them know why we’re stalking a half–starved

for their curiosity, but I want to rip all their throats out for even questioning Selene’s presence here.

at us with a distinct look of disapproval. Is that possible?

yet every bit of her radiates her disapproval of our frustration with the onlookers.

for her. Every single one. I’m not sure what she’s looking for, but let her

acknowledges, immediately jogging

the door.

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but he’s already used to our bad temper and continues on, opening

at all times, so

purpose, her fluffy white tail held high, her hackles bristling. Ice–blue eyes narrow as she sniffs the entryway

Why is she angry? Is she hurt? What’s wrong?

up to glare at me. Did she hear that? Her lips pull back, revealing sharp white teeth

and whines, his ears flattening back.

inwardly. She’s a dog, remember? She

up, stupid human, my wolf snaps at me. Our

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my head. She’s not our mate. Ava is. This is just a dog. Ava’s

determined to find something, based on the way she’s sniffing every inch of the entryway. What does she

hardwood, inhaling deeply. Bleach, pine–scented cleaner, the musty smell of the rug. Traces of Ava’s scent, honey and orange blossoms, along with the bitter tang of her fear. It raises my hackles, even now.

unusual. Nothing that would warrant Selene’s intense

inferior to ours, I muse. She’s a dog, after all. Our senses are

wolf snarls, startling me with his vehemence. Selene is perfect. She’s not

anyone.

this hostile when he’s angry with me. Annoyed, sure. Frustrated, definitely.

follow Selene through the house, my wolf’s

amouine at

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investigates each room, her demeanor far too

take a deep breath, Ava’s scent flooding my

the doorway. We

was already thinking about flying her out there tonight,

up, his excitement palpable. We can see

watch as Selene continues to

more pitiful by the second, tugging at something deep in