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“Regina?” someone asks behind him.

I freeze. How do they know my name?

“How the fuck do you know my name?” I ask warily.

“Gabe, move out of the girl’s way. Let her in.”

Gabe, the big grumpy fucker huffs harshly through his nose but takes a step back, letting me in.

When I step in, I’m met with the other five. “Well, you’re a lot of big fuckers, aren’t you?” I mutter.

“I like her,” a grey one, a different one from the one in the mirror, says. “Snow was right about her.”

“Snow.” My eyes widen. “Where is she?”

“This way,” the tall grey wolf says from behind them. He’s the one from the mirror.

I don’t care if I’m being rude as I storm through their house and follow him down the hall to a bedroom. There she lies in the bed, the white wolf standing next to her.

“Snow!” my voice comes out broken as I rush over to her. I climb up and cup her sleeping face between my hands. “Oh, baby,” I sob. “I’m so sorry. I tried. I tried so hard to help protect you. I should have come with you. I should have done more.” Tears are spilling down my cheeks now. I don’t care how I look in front of these men, how much of a mess I must be right now.“Wake up, Snow. Please. There’s so much I should have told you, so much I want to. Please, baby, wake up.”

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her forehead, putting all my feelings for her into that kiss.

“Regina?” a soft, sleepy voice sounds below me, and I pull back with a gasp because clearly I’m hearing things, right? “What’s going on?”

Chapter 16

Snow

My mind must be playing tricks on me, right? There is no way Regina is here. I’m dreaming. This is all just a dream.

“Snow?” Regina’s voice comes out as a relieved whisper, eyes widening in disbelief. “You're awake.”

“Am I?” I blink my eyes faster, trying to clear the fog from my mind. “What happened? Where am I? Are you really here?”

A smile takes over my face when the fog clears, and I’m able to get a good look at her.

“Yes.” She laughs out a sob. “I’m really here. Fucking hell, Snow, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Out of all of us,” Dallas’ husky voice sounds from nearby. I look around to find all of my guys standing around the bed, each with their own matching expressions of worry.

“What happened?” I ask, rubbing my eyes as I try to sit up. “My head feels awful.” I groan as the world spins.

“Lay down,” Regina insists.

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