Page 79 of Break The Ice

I’ll fight. If push comes to shove, and I’m backed into a corner, I’ll fight to stay with them.

We walk back intothe house, and I stop dead, staring at the spot like it's a venomous snake.

My camera is gone.

I inhale and exhale.

Kit’s photos.

I feel sick.

My camera is gone.

This is the fourth time in three years.

I was wrong.

Without alarming the pack, I pace around the house, checking to see if anything else is missing. The only other thing missing are the clothes in my room, specifically my jacket.

It’s one I’ve had for two years and has helped me disappear multiple times.

I guess he’s finally figured out my game.

I sit down on my bed in the beautiful dress. I’m not really surprised it’s him, I knew. Of course, I knew he was here. I can feel him.

I chew my bottom lip while I absorb the blow.

My stalker has been a relentless pain in my ass. He’s terrifyingly good at what he does and has been hunting me for years.

I’m so tired of running and hiding and not living my life.

I don’t want to wonder if everyone I meet is the person who is invading my life. Wondering who, what, where, when, and how will he finally get me.

I clench my fingers in the bedspread. In a way, him taking my camera was a blessing.

He’s taken the only thing I actually care about. Other than them. He probably thought it would weaken me, make me more afraid.

It hasn’t. It’s made me angry.

I jump up and walk out of my room to stand at the landing, looking down at the pack.

They feel like what I had with my parents. Safe. Loved. Not alone.

I’m prepared to fight and fall for them.

If I win, I win everything.

But if I lose…it might cost me more than I can bear.

Chapter nineteen

Wren

Ryann is lying onmy chest. I don’t know if she’s asleep or not, but I keep up my steady movements, running my fingers tips down over her spine.

Raider is asleep on my right, and Kit and Callan are curled up together on my left. It’s the middle of the night. The house is quiet, and my brain won’t shut up and let me sleep.

It’s been easy to feel like I don’t fit into my life. My mother had me and met her pack. Though they’ve never made me feel unwelcome, it was hard not to look at the differences growing up. I don’t resemble my mother at all. My five younger sisters look nothing like me. My new dads were clearly not mine.

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