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He’s not wrong. But somehow that only makes me want to shoot him more.

“Faith!” Fang snaps. “Look at me.”

I force myself to shift my gaze, taking him in. My alpha. My mate. The person I swore I’d come back for. Well, now I’m here. I have to … see this through. I owe him that.

I aim again, braced to fire. Half a dozen guns cock in my direction.

“Stand down,” Caleb growls. “Anyone lays a hand on her, they answer to me.”

My heart clenches. He’s … protecting me. Like he’s been protecting me since the first time we met. Even when it hurt, even when I didn’t want him to, he’s been here.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Jaxon stretches his arm out. “How about we take a breath? No-one’s gonna hurt you now.” His eyes flick behind me, his jaw clenching. “Or your mate.”

Instinctively, my inner omega loosens her vicious clutches, trusting him—or wanting to. Jaxon wouldn’t hurt me. And, more importantly … he wouldn’t hurt Fang.

I look at Jaxon, then Caleb, letting myself fall into those stormy ocean eyes.

Slowly, I lower the gun.

The room starts moving again. A female alpha from the RDF I faintly recognize radios for medics. SWAT drags the old alpha away. The rogues who are still standing flutter about, uncertain, until a couple more RDF talk them down.

Gently, Caleb pries the gun from my hand, his eyes never leaving mine. He purrs with praise, telling me I did good. I'm safe now.

Jaxon takes a pair of bolt-cutters to the fence’s padlock. It snaps open, and both Fang and I-9 burst free. Despite their recent fight, I-9 props Fang up around his shoulder, helping him out.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” Caleb says, cupping my jaw.

Fang hobbles over. “I got her,” he growls.

“Easy, bud,” Jaxon says. “You’re not looking so hot yourself.”

I take Fang’s hand, but I don’t move away from Caleb. I need him. Need Jaxon, too. I frown, my inner omega spinning with panic.

Where’s Micah? I sign.

“He’s safe,” Jaxon tells me. “Waiting for you at headquarters.”

Fang recoils. “You read sign?”

Jaxon smiles proudly. “A little.”

Something about the sight of them—Caleb, Jaxon, and Fang together—makes my inner omega sing. The Wilder alphas found us, just like I knew they would. I saved Fang … and then they saved me.

“Faith. Hey.” Caleb stiffens. “Don’t close your eyes just yet.”

Fang squeezes my hand. “She’s fading.”

“Where are the medics?” Jaxon demands.

I could almost laugh. My big strong alphas, fussing over me.

Caleb must see the smile on my face, because he softens ever-so-slightly, drawing me into his chest. “We’ve got you, omega. You’re gonna be okay.”

I know, I sign, or try to sign.

Either way … I’m sure my alphas understand.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

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