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Rowan glanced over at his shoulder and shrugged. “I lost some feeling in my back and shoulders. I got most of it back in my arm, but not my back. Feel free to scratch it up as much as you like.”

“Rowan.”

“Shh, baby. It’s fine. I’m here. I survived, and tomorrow, we’ll get answers.”

“As much as I distrust your father, I hate that you’re going through this. Part of me hopes he wasn’t involved.”

“That no longer seems likely,” Rowan said. “Either way, he’ll be gone after tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“If he was responsible for what happened to us, then he’ll die at my hand. If he wasn’t, he’ll still pay for what he put Raina and Ivy through. I have a feeling Taylor will hear about my father including Rebel in his offer to Ivy. If not tonight, then tomorrow. Which means Richard Byrd’s days are numbered. He won’t be allowed in the new Rigton Pack, nor will he be allowed to remain in the James Pack.”

“I’m—”

He pressed his fingers over my lips.

“Don’t you dare tell me you’re sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be apologizing. For not seeing the extent of what my father was capable of.”

“I’m not sure he’ll admit the truth to you,” I said. “But I have an idea of how we can make him.”

Rowan turned to his side and looked down at me.

“How?”

“He doesn’t know I’m alive. As far as he knows, my brother went into hiding to grieve me, and you’ve been searching for a ghost.”

Rowan nodded.

“Then let’s see how he does confronting a ghost.”

Chapter Twelve

~Rowan~

I’d passed on Sasha’s plan to the rest of the group this morning. It was perfect. The woman had a devious mind, and I loved it. Seeing the ghost of the woman he’d killed would definitely pull a confession from his lips.

I’d arranged to meet him in one of the warehouses at the edge of town. According to Bastion, it was where his sister had been held hostage before her mate charged in and saved her, arriving before Bastion and the rest of his inner circle could get to Bee. Raina had told me about Belinda James. Belinda Craig now. She had visions, and as far as Raina knew, they’d all been proved extremely prophetic.

She’d had one when Eliza had arrived. I’d yet to see the woman I’d sent to Bastion and Raina, but I planned to amend that later today. Bastion was calling in the whole pack, so I could let everyone know I was alive. I knew it would cause some chaos, tears, anger, and hopefully joy. I’d tried to assure him I wasn’t planning to reclaim any of the Rigton wolves that were now part of his pack, but he’d merely shrugged.

“Let them go where they will,” he’d said. “There’s plenty of space for two packs here.”

“Your dad just pulled up. Get ready,” Easton called from his place by the door.

Nico and I stood in the middle of the large building. Easton and Lincoln along with the rest of my Rigton wolves were at the front. Bastion, Cyan, Taylor, Hannibal, Simon, Gabe, Michael, Antonio, and Donovan were spread out at the back. As they’d been in and out several times since Bee’s attack, their scents shouldn’t cause any alarms to rise. And my mate was hidden just out of sight, ready to come out when the time was right.

“Easton, Lincoln, boys,” my dad said as he entered, and I had to swallow the growl that wanted to spill from my throat. This would be harder than I’d thought. He hadn’t even spoken, and I was ready to kill him.

“Rowan.”

He rushed to me and pulled me into a hug I had no will to return. He didn’t seem to notice.

“God, it’s good to see you, son. I thought I’d lost you. Went out of my mind. Then you called. I know you told me to stay calm. Took everything I had not to go to you.”

“Dad,” I murmured, but that title was like ash on my tongue. “I told you I needed to find some answers. I did.”

I nodded toward Nico, and my father jerked as if he’d just realized the other man was standing there.

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