Page 30 of Knot My Sin

“That’s why I was so drawn to her,” he rasps as I slog up the wall. It’s miserable going up, and I’m covered in mud by the time I’m close to the edge.

Flynn blinks as if shaking himself from his thoughts, his hand reaching out to help me climb up. Gasping, I lay on my back for a moment before I scramble up to help Everest with my scent match.

Fuck, I have a scent match.

“This doesn’t change what we have,” I murmur in his ear. “You’re still mine and I’m yours.”

“We’re pack,” Flynn nods as he almost over balances when he leans over the edge too far.

“Woah,” I grunt. “We are. I can’t believe she’s mine. Fuck, I fucked up so badly.”

Everest is staring at me hard as he and Ambrose climb, helping each other up. Standing, I step into the muck, leaning forward to help. Flynn immediately wraps his arms around my waist, bracing me.

“Hand her up,” I tell Everest. “It’ll be easier to get out, and I need to hold her.”

I have this overwhelming need to check on her, my heart screaming to scent her again. We know the truth, but I need to have her in my arms to force my instincts to chill.

Everest almost stumbles as he hears my words.

“Why?” he asks.

Taking a deep breath, I open my mouth to tell him the truth I only just learned.

EVEREST

“She’s my scent match,” Shaw says, his voice cracking. His eyes are tortured as he reveals this.

Oh my God. This girl went through her heat alone when her scent match was here the whole time. Wren is tiny in my arms as I hold her tightly as I fight to get out of what is essentially a goddamn pit.

We threw this girl to the wolves, and no matter how much I tell myself we didn’t know… We still knew there was something special about this girl. Odd, weird, strange, they’re all just excuses for what we saw in her.

Our instincts tried to tell us that she was ours, and we refused to listen. Tears attempt to blur my vision as I take a shuddering breath.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” I gasp. “Fuck.”

“She’s… what?” Amb asks as he finally fights to the top of the ravine.

I hand Wren up to Shaw who holds her tightly to his body as he buries his nose in her throat. The keen he makes is all the confirmation any of us need.

“Goddamn it,” Amb groans as he sits on the edge of the drop, his head falling into his muddy hands.

Flynn gently pushes Shaw onto more solid ground before helping me out.

“We know now,” he says, tears flowing freely. “I don’t know how she’s going to forgive any of us. We need to get to the house and call a doctor.”

“We could still lose her,” Shaw rasps, lifting his face. “Can one of you drive the Razor please?”

“I got it,” I agree. “I’ll be careful. We have precious cargo.”

Ambrose scrapes his hair back into a makeshift bun, streaks of mud matching our own faces. Dejectedly, we hurry back carefully to the vehicles. Flynn insists on sitting next to Shaw and a passed out Wren in the back, and Amb walks to the other Razor. Our electronics are dropped haphazardly on the passenger side seat, and I grab one of the radios.

“Amb, don’t forget this,” I call out to him. Turning, he holds up his hand for me to throw it to him.

Jerking his chin in my direction, he shakes his head at himself as he walks away.

“I can’t believe this,” I mutter, turning on the car.

It’s gloomy out, so I make sure to turn the headlights on as soon as I start to drive.

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