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Wait a minute, is it…?

I lean forward, crank the dial to turn it up. A smile spreads across my face.

And that’s when I know I’m going to give Theo a chance.

I close my eyes and lean back, losing myself in the song, in the memory tied to it.

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace

Kickin’ your can all over the place singin’

We will, we will rock you

We will, we will rock you

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Theo

“Wanna trade partners?” Fallon asks, panting as she approaches Gray and me. It’s another hot one out on the practice field for morning training, and we’re about to call it and break for lunch when she walks up.

“Sure,” I shrug, looking toward Davis. Fallon has been partnered with him most of the morning and she’s been giving him a run for his money- the guy looks whooped. I start to walk toward him when Fallon speaks again.

“Nope, Gray gets Davis,” she says, folding her arms and arching her brow. “You’re mine.”

Fuck. This girl just wants an opportunity to kick my ass for what I did to her sister. Not that I blame her, but surely Gray won’t agree…

I look to him, and he just smiles, shaking his head. “Good luck,” he teases, clapping me on the shoulder and striding away to join Davis. I watch after him for a moment, then turn back to Fallon. She’s already circling me, getting in position to spar, a devilish grin on her face.

Guess this is happening. I swivel to face her, sinking down into a crouch. I’m definitely going to be on defense in this matchup.

Fallon launches toward me, ready to strike. We’ve been working on several particular offensive maneuvers this morning, but she doesn’t employ any of them- she clearly doesn’t want me anticipating her movements. When she’s right up on me, Fallon jukes left, reaching to grab for my arm and kicking in an attempt to sweep my feet.

I react fast, spinning away and trying to wind my other arm around her body to take her down to the ground that way. Fallon’s speed has always been her greatest advantage in sparring- she’s too quick for me. She sees my maneuver coming and dodges it, ducking just in time. As she does, she juts a shoulder into my ribcage, popping back up and landing a punch to my abdomen. I’ve got enough muscle there that the blow barely registers, but she follows that up with a cheap shot- she grabs onto one of my shoulders, bringing her knee up sharply into my groin.

The pain is blinding and nauseating and mind-numbing. I groan, doubling over and falling down on my hands. My junk throbs and my stomach aches- I spit at the ground, mouth watering like I’m gonna puke.

Fallon stands over me, throwing her hands on her hips as a smug smile spreads across her face. “That’s for my sister,” she says with satisfaction, turning on a heel and walking away.

I rise up on my knees, pressing my eyes closed and drawing deep breaths as the pain in my groin slowly starts to subside.

Fucking women, man. This is a prime example of why I’ve never gotten involved with one.

“Alright, that’s enough for this morning,” I hear Gray call out.

I blow out a breath, laboriously rising to my feet. Ordinarily I’d shoot the shit with Gray after practice, but I spot Fallon beside him and decide to steer clear of her for my balls’ sake. There’s no telling how much retribution she’s got planned for me, but I won’t easily agree to a matchup with her again any time soon. I swivel around, start to leave the practice field.

And then I see her. Standing outside of the door of the squad barracks, peering over at me from behind her black-framed glasses.

My wolf perks up.Mate.

I’ve been giving her space for the last two days, waiting for her to tell me she’s ready to talk. It has been fucking excruciating to hold myself back from texting her, from trying to see her. And now here she is, dressed in aJourneyt-shirt and black skinny jeans, shuffling her chuck taylor sneakers around in the dirt.Does this mean she’s ready?

I stare at Brooke from across the practice field, unsure if I should approach. Then she lifts a hand, crooking a finger.

Oh hell yes. I don’t waste another second- I take off in a jog toward Brooke, skidding to a stop in front of her. Her sweet scent of coconut and rain immediately overwhelms me.

Fuck, I nearly forgot how effortlessly beautiful she is. Her long blonde hair is tucked behind her ears, hanging down in silky strands over her shoulders. Her ocean blue eyes are wide behind her glasses, her pouty pink lips pursed to speak.

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