Page 63 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

“Why do you want to know about my ex-boyfriend?”

So I know what you saw in him.

So I can understand how else I’m failing you and fix it.

“So we can help figure out why someone would kill him,” I say.

“We know why.”

“You dated in junior year, right? But you just graduated, so you were a senior. That’s a year ago. If you’d broken up, why would someone feel the need to kill him now?”

When she turns to lie on her back, a churn starts in my belly.

“Kitty cat?”

“I’m not a cat,” she says.

“Why’d someone want to kill him if you’d broken up?” I repeat, sensing I know what the answer is going to be.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “He wanted to get back together. Before someone killed him, he said he’d hung around outside the library when I usually study late.”

“So, someone saw him, figured out what he intended and killed him so you wouldn’t get back together?”

“Looks like.”

“And if someone hadn’t killed him, would you have gotten back together with him?”

She rolls away from me and pulls the covers up. “Goodnight, Aren.”

Her using my name is a positive, I tell myself. But not in this case. Not when I think she was in love with her ex and if someone hadn’t killed him, I’d have stood no chance with her.

Even if we’re mates.

Is it crazy to be jealous about a dead guy? Because I think I might be.

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KAT

Ishould have known he would follow me out here.

“You realize I wanted to be alone, right?” I call out as the Wolf King flops onto the grass beside me.

It’s early and I’m back sitting beside the creek to watch the sunrise because I’ve seen precious few of those in the city.

I was either working late atDonnie’s, the student bar, and slept in the next morning, couldn’t sleep because of my dorm mate’s loud sex with her boyfriend when he stayed over, or if I was out early, a building blocked my view.

Butthis…

Sitting beside a beautiful, tranquil creek, with the scent of pine leaves and wildflowers filling my nose, is perfect. Or would have been, if he hadn’t turned up.

I glare at him so he knows I don’t want him here.

“Howl,” he says, blind to my glare.

That’s it. That’s what he came out here to tell me?

Was it stupid to think he might have come out here to actually apologize?

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