Page 42 of Wolf Roulette

Then tell Sascha.

If I told Sascha, they’d prepare for counterattacks from the stewards.

No one was around.

Sighing, I drew out my phone.

Wade.

I have more info.

Three dots appeared.

She ignored your last tip, baby girl.

This will just get you hurt.

And what about Sascha?

I swallowed back guilt. He’d hit the nail on the head. No matter that Sascha had accepted my position and priorities, I couldn’t deny what felt right and wrong.

Every move feels like the wrong one,I told my wolf.

Something has to be done.The distance between you and Sascha is growing, not lessening.

Exactly.I don’t understand why though.

You do.

Well, I had an inkling now.I thought moving to pack lands gave us a future, but the game ending ensures we won’t.

You want a future with him.

I did. So fucking much.That’s why I’m trying.

I’d taken measures to become closer to the pack, but nothing diminished the loyalty I felt for the tribe. I’d expected to feel more allegiance to the pack as time went on, but if anything, I felt more torn.

I didn’t want either side to lose.

The only solution I could think of is that the game would go on and on endlessly.

Booker was a separate entity within me. Her feelings didn’t get in the way of what I couldn’t always admit to myself. Several times in the past, she’d forced me to confront hard realisations.Tell me what I need to hear, please.

One other scenario ends with happiness for you and Sascha.

A lump rose in my throat.That’s impossible.

She didn’t disagree.

For good reason.

Steeling myself, I texted Wade.

We need to go through Pascal this time.

Here’s what you need to tell her.

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