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All this worry and stress over a rookie I couldn’t even partner with once his training was over. I would have to take a step back, and if he wanted to work in the field, I couldn’t be his partner.

Sure, I could probably work a job here and there, but not like I have been.

I chuckled, feeling like an idiot. It was truly special how I was always drawn to the ones I could never have. It never ceased to amaze me that I managed iteverytime.

Maybe I should just do what my father did and marry an omega who’d give our pack the best political advantage.

Sometimes I wondered if he was lonely, but my father never seemed like he was. He was too involved with his pack.

I suppose we were more alike than I wanted to admit.

Glancing down at the base of the flower, I wondered if I could take a cutting to bring back to my father’s greenhouse. He preferred roses, but this thing was tall and wild. It suited him with its spiky yet elegant appearance.

Shifting to the side, I pulled my knife out of its sheath and knelt down to find the root, but there were too many leaves in the way. I shuffled around to the other side and the soil started to give.

I froze, feeling that horrible little flip in my stomach that warned me something shitty was about to happen.

But this was a state park. There was no way, right?

Carefully, I planted my hands on the ground and slowly moved away from the weird shift in the ground.

It could be nothing, or it could be a gopher hole – a snake’s nest…something normal.

Or it could be exactly what I thought it was.

My heart started pounding and I gripped my knife tightly as I tried to convince myself I was overreacting.

One more step and I should be good—the earth suddenly gave way and the sensation of falling overtook me.

I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming and clawed at the dirt – the roots, anything.

When I hit the bottom, the air was knocked from my lungs and I couldn’t inhale, but I could feel the spongy sensation of something horrifyingly familiar.

No, it was highly unlikely. We were in the middle of a state park. Animals dug holes like this all the time. It was probably just plant roots, or…bugs.

Then I finally inhaled and the stench of rot filled my lungs.

Rolling to the side, I grabbed the stick that was digging into my side and held it up to the light, but it definitely wasn’t a stick.

It was a dismembered arm.

CHAPTER 25

Frankie

I staredat that arm for way too long. My brain just wouldn’t comprehend the situation even though I was well aware of what was going on. The dirt around me and the stench, plus the sensation of everything underneath me told me exactly where I was.

The arm fell from my lifeless fingers and I reached into my pocket for my phone. I had to confirm. I had to see it with my own two eyes to be sure because if I was back here…

I wasn’t breathing. I knew I had to eventually, but I couldn’t force myself to inhale. Not until I was sure.

My hand was shaking so badly it was almost impossible to turn the flashlight function on, but I finally managed it and nearly dropped my phone when I saw I’d been right.

I’d fallen into a hole filled with human arms and legs.

Turning off the flashlight, I slowly put the phone back in my pocket, feeling weirdly detached from the situation. I was panicking somewhere deep down, but all I could do was act like this was no big deal.

If I started to remember the last time I’d been—no. I couldn’t think about that or I’d end up freaking out all over again.

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