Page 45 of Psycho Pack

I nod against his shoulder, watching Wraith disappear into the shadows ahead only to materialize again a few moments later. His movements are so fluid, so precise. Like a apex predator in his element. A wolf of a man.

He glances at me again and I give him another smile.

He just gives me a soft growl in return.

Fat snowflakes swirl past my face, stinging my cheeks with their icy touch. The wind picks up, howling through the trees and whipping my damp hospital gown and Whiskey's shirt around my legs. I press closer to Thane's warmth, burying my face in his neck.

"The girl's cold," Whiskey says from behind me. "We gotta stop."

I wasn't going to be the one to ask, but I'm grateful. It's cold as hell and getting worse, even by my standards and even though I'm leeching all Thane's warmth.

Thane's hands tighten on my thighs. "Agreed. Wraith!"

My scarred alpha materializes from the shadows ahead, his blue eyes glowing in the darkness. He signs to Thane and me, gesturing toward a rocky outcropping barely visible through the thickening snow.

"Cave?" I ask, squinting through the white curtain.

Wraith nods, already moving to scout it out. His massive frame vanishes into the swirling snow.

"Think it's safe?" Whiskey calls from behind us, his voice nearly lost in the rising wind.

"Safer than freezing to death out here," Plague replies.

The chains creak and rattle as they drag the Knight's unconscious form through the deepening drifts. His mechanical arm throws off occasional sparks, the blue glow of his mask's eye-slits flickering.

Wraith reappears, signing that the cave is clear. Deep enough to shelter us all, with a narrow entrance we can defend if anyone is suicidal enough to come after us in the storm.

Perfect.

We file in one by one, squeezing through the tight opening. The cave opens up inside, the ceiling too low for any of the alphas to stand to their full heights, let alone Wraith and the Knight. At least we're out of the wind.

"Set him down here," Plague orders, directing the others to lay the Knight against the back wall. "Carefully. Those stitches are barely holding."

At least I think he's warm enough. The heat emanating from his body is practically a bonfire. But I'm still freezing.

I slide off Thane's back, my bare feet stinging as they touch the cold stone. Wraith's there instantly, scooping me up before I can protest. He carries me to a relatively dry spot and gently lowers me to the ground.

"Here," Plague says, pulling off his lab coat and shirt, revealing the lean muscle beneath. "Put this on before you freeze to death."

"I'm fine—" I start to protest, but Whiskey cuts me off.

"Let us keep you warm. You're our omega."

Thane wordlessly adds his shirt to the pile forming in my lap. Even Valek, still swaying slightly, manages to wrestle out of his blood-stained "patient" shirt.

"What about you guys?" I ask, clutching the bundle of warm fabric.

Whiskey barks out a laugh. "We run hot, remember? Alpha metabolism and all that shit. Now put the damn clothes on."

I give in, layering their shirts over my thin gown. Each one carries its owner's unique scent. The combination wraps around me like an invisible blanket.

Wraith growls in frustration and signs that he's sorry, and it takes me a moment to realize it's because he isn't wearing a shirt.

"You could cuddle with me and keep me warm," I offer him.

He stares at me like I'm crazy.

Yeah. Lots of work to be done here.

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