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He picks up his beer and drinks deeply before setting it down. Kit is peeling the label off and shredding it. Callan is staring into space, and Raider is furiously texting someone.

We’re nervous. They’re scared.

We should be. I don’t think this is going to work, but I have to try.

Chapter thirty

Ryann

Everything should have beengoing to plan, but at the last minute, Wren slipped out of his spot, went into the kitchen, and answered a phone call.

I really wanted not to show any interest. I wanted not to care, but that’s far from the truth. I don’t think he knew I was standing in the dining room. The pack had instructed me to stay upstairs in the bedroom, but I'm not that kind of beta.

“What do you want?”

He doesn’t sound annoyed, he sounds sad.

“You’ve called me for days, what do you even want from me anymore, Tiff?”

My heart stutters and stops. Wren had told me all about her in our late night whispered conversations. The omega he liked enough to date who was trying to get close to his father.

There had been a part of me that wondered if he didn’t want her still.

Why is he taking her call? Now, of all the times he could take it, why now?

I glance to where I know Raider is hiding, in the closest near the back door. He’s going to lose it.

Wren paces in the kitchen, listening intently.

“Yeah, look. All right, we can catch up and talk.”

My chest constricts, and I turn my head away. I can’t look at him right now. This feels like a massive betrayal, even though my head is trying to tell me it’s not.

I lean against the wall and try to ignore the conversation. It goes on for a long time. Soft, low words that I block out in a desperate bid to protect myself.

And then, to my horror, he does something that’s almost unforgivable.

He turns on a light.

“What the fuck?” I hear Callan growl.

He comes stomping into the dining room, spots me immediately, and then finds Wren. Callan’s mouth drops open. Wren’s eyes go to Callan, then find me standing there. I see his face pale.

“Turn the light off!” Callan hisses.

Wren slaps his palm to the light.

I slip out of the dining room and head to the closet where Raider is waiting.

“It’s over,” I say when I pull it open.

“What happened?”

I shake my head, unwilling to discuss it.

“It doesn’t matter, what does matter is he won’t come tonight.”

Raider looks past me to where Callan and Wren are starting to yell at each other.

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