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Torin thinks it’s safe to have Mathis and Daxhere?

Wow, he really must be desperate to get answers out of me. And a truce between them...what will it mean? Are they doing it just because of Andras, or do I play a bigger factor in it?

My heart thuds wildly. And in spite of myself, the treacherous organ lurches at the thought of seeing the two of them again.

While the four of them hammer out the details, I finish off my plate and hurry back into the kitchen. I tuck it, empty, into the confines of the dishwasher. I’m halfway out the door when I realize both Torin and Noble are in the living room now, staring at me, one amused and the other pissed off and struggling to hide it.

“If you’re going to eavesdrop, then at least try to be discreet about it,” Torin admonishes. “Your scent gives you away.”

I shake my head. “I was hungry. I needed to eat, and I needed to explore. Especially if you guys think you are going to keep me here.” I shoot Torin a glare in return. “Unless you thought you could shove me in a room and water me like a houseplant.”

Noble chuckles and steps forward to draw me into his arms, kissing me fully on the lips. “I would have taken care of you. If you’d been patient. I thought you were asleep. I wanted to give you more time to rest and to recover.”

“Get dressed.” Torin turns on his heel. “We’re about to have company.”

“Unless you’re totally blind, I am dressed.”

Hours ago, I had his dick in my mouth. His beautiful, throbbing dick, and I’d swallowed him down like ice cream.

Torin refuses to look at me again. “You call those clothes?”

I shoot him an unlady-like gesture and think that withhis back turned, he can’t see me.Wrong. His back stiffens, and he growls on his way out of the room.

“He’ll come around,” Noble assures me. But he doesn’t sound entirely convinced either.

“Come around to what?” I stare at Noble. “I’m not going to live here with you. I’m not sure where I’m going to live, but I have my own apartment, a job. A life.”

Amusement flickers on his face. “News to me. You’re staying with me, Ren. Better get used to it.” He glances down at his watch. “Which means you really do have to get dressed because the Grey Valley wolves will be here soon, and I’d rather not give Dax anything more to taunt me about.”

“What do you mean?”

“Those legs of yours. They’re a blessing and a curse. I’m sure there are a pair of jeans around that will fit you and show off a little less than those leggings.” Noble smacks me on the ass, and I go warm all over. “Get changed and we’ll play later.”

Chapter 14

Dax

Mathis stands across from me, arms folded, his jaw tight like he’s chewing on glass.

“Torin actually agreed,” he says after a long silence, the words strained. Almost like he can’t believe it. Like he expects me not to believe it either, or to go off the goddamn rails.

I let out a sharp bark of a laugh, though there’s no humor in it. “Of course he did. Torin would love nothing more than to crush our pack into dust. Prick.”

Mathis scowls, his gaze darting toward the window. “He’s willing to combine forces temporarily. That’s what matters.”

“But at what cost?”

There has to be a catch. There’s always a catch with Torin and the fucking Steel Claws.

They’re disconnected from the core of what it means to be a damn wolf. They wouldn’t know the minute changes of the forest or the hint of seasons on the wind if their lives depended on it.

Unfortunately for us, our lives depend onthem.

My gut sinks.

“From what we spoke about, we’ll be two packs working together. Weren’t you paying attention?”

“It’s bullshit,” I spit. Torin being reasonable? He might make the claim, but can he back it up? “There’s no way it’s going to be that easy.”

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