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Spike had already helped me so much, and the last thing I wanted was to be a burden to him or cause further trouble for his MC.

However, if I left, where would I go? If Jack was as persistent as I suspected, he'd track me down eventually.

"Gray," Spike began, his hand reaching for mine, his touch comforting.

How strange it was to feel so at ease with Spike, considering we were only beginning to get to know each other.

"You know what and who he is," whispered my wolf in my head.

"Mate." The word sent a shiver down my spine. I had never believed in mates until now.

"Yeah?" I replied, trying to push aside my racing thoughts.

"Tell me what you're thinking," Spike said, his gaze steady.

Reluctantly, I voiced my concerns, and Spike only looked bemused.

"Let me worry about my MC," he informed me. "Stay, Gray, at least until we figure out why Jack's so interested in you."

His words were both reassuring and unsettling. Could I really trust him with this burden? But then again, where else did I have to go?

Besides, Spike sounded so confident and so far, he hadn’t led me astray. I spent my life, being distrustful of others.

Ultimately, I realised how unhealthy that was. I had to change, to learn to trust others eventually, so why not start with Spike?

I thought of the cold and seemingly endless nights I spent huddled in my car, of driving restlessly with no particular direction in mind.

When I first chose this lifestyle, my dad had just died. I needed to get away from it all—the grief, the feeling of being helpless.

Being on the road constantly gave me a sense of freedom, but that feeling eventually faded away as time passed. I finally came to a decision.

“I’ll stay," I finally told Spike.

"Great," Spike said with a grin. "You won't regret this, Gray."

"I hope you're right," I answered, trying to ignore the nagging doubts in my mind.

8

SPIKE/ GRAY

SPIKE

As Gray and I stood side by side in the kitchen, attempting to cook breakfast together, I couldn't help but chuckle at my own attempts.

It was clear I wasn't much of a cook, but I was trying my best.

"Maybe I should stick to making toast," I joked, poking at the scrambled eggs with a doubtful expression.

Gray grinned and nudged me playfully. "Hey, at least you're trying. That's what counts, right?"

We continued to banter and tease each other as we attempted to salvage the breakfast.

Despite the burnt toast and slightly overcooked eggs, it was a fun and lighthearted moment.

As we sat down to eat, I couldn't believe that a week had already passed since Gray arrived in Moon Burrow.

Time seemed to fly by when he was around, and I found myself enjoying every moment spent with him.

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