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It smells like him, Selene grumbles, her wet nose twitching as she sniffs around the plush rug in the center of Lucas' bedroom. Everywhere.

I glance up from where I'm unpacking my suitcase, one eyebrow arched. "Well, it's his room. What did you expect?"

She huffs, her tail swishing in annoyance. I expected not to be assaulted by the scent of alpha male posturing every time I breathe. Her mental words are sour, but without the bite they used to have when she s

A laugh escapes me despite the heaviness still lingering in my chest from the earlier confrontation with Margot. "Posturing? Really? It's just his scent."

Yes, really. She flops down on the rug, her chin resting on her paws. It's like he's marking his territory. Letting everyone know this is his space.

"Is it really posturing when he just sleeps in here?"

Yes.

I roll my eyes, turning back to my suitcase. She's reaching for reasons to complain, but knowing that her grumbling doesn't have the fierce hatred of before helps a lot. "He's the alpha. Isn't that kind of his job?" There's a difference between being an alpha and being obnoxious about it.

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Her complaints continue as I move about the room, hanging up clothes and arranging my toiletries in the en-suite bathroom.

It's a beautiful space, all dark wood and rich fabrics, with a massive king-sized bed dominating the center. It's all masculine without a single feminine touch, which somehow pleases me.

The thought of sleeping here, surrounded by Lucas' scent, makes me smile-even if my wolf hates it.

But Selene's complaints nag at me, pulling me out of my reverie. I pause, a shirt dangling from my fingers, and turn to face her.

"Okay, what's your deal with Lucas? I thought you were over your issues with him now that we're together."

She sighs, a heavy sound that seems to deflate her entire body. It's not that simple, Ava.

"Then explain it to me." I drop the shirt on the bed and move to sit beside her, my fingers sinking into her thick fur. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're just being stubborn."

I'm not being stubborn. She's still grouchy, but there's less heat in her voice now. I'm being cautious.

"Cautious of what? Lucas has proven himself time and time again. He's been there for me, for us, through everything."

good man,

to me with all the wise demeanor and cryptic words of some sage, but at

"But...?"

Ava: Eyes Wide

thumps against the

I'll explain it

voice is so defeated that I

of 'another day' where you don't say anything until I'm kidnapped,

have been that long if you hadn't gotten yourself kidnapped again in the first place, Selene grumbles,

quicker, it wouldn't have been that long either." Teasing her a little to get her out of her little funk, I add, "Besides, I didn't get kidnapped by the vampire this time." My heart sinks as I think A lot of confidence for someone who hasn't

Jericho.

"Hush."

window, I glance over at the pack lands spread out before me. The small city feels stagnant, a far cry from the bustling modernity of

in time by a few

of urgency, as if they're afraid to linger too long in any one place. It's a stark

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gender dynamics that have always. been present in the Blackwood pack, but which I've never truly seen

attended school in White Peak, or worked there. But I always felt,

Now?

and freedom

to my core. This is not because we're shifters; it's because

echoes in my mind, her concern

female I recognize hurries across the street, her arms laden with bags. She has a few young

his posture aggressive, and the female shrinks back. Even from this distance, I can see the fear in her body

an unfamiliar male strides over, breaking up their confrontation, that I realize my shoulders are tense and drawn up, my fingers gripping the windowsill with

pretty sure-saved her for the moment. But when

then.

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their conflict is, but I can suspect. She's probably defected without

why the Blackwood situation has taken so much of Lucas' time. It's impossible to walk away from here; there's always something brewing. Even something as simple as domestic relations in a single home "No," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not

Talk to me.

tear my gaze away from the window, turning to face Selene. She's sitting up now, her blue eyes fixed on me with an intensity that would be unnerving if I didn't know her so

like

What do you see?