Page 68 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

It wasn’t enough for her, and, deep down, it wasn’t enough for me either.

I desperately wish I had my memories back. Did I do that when I was a pup with my real family in Nebraska?

I want to remember.

He cocks his head as he studies me. “And will you be around for it?”

I hesitate to respond because I don’t know. My wolf wants it, and I’m not a prisoner here. Everyone is being nice to me. They smile when they see me, ask me to join in their conversations, and treat me as if I’m welcome.

It’s like they want me to feel at home, but this isn’t my home. I have one of those waiting for me back in the city, and then there’s my family’s pack in Nebraska.

“If Aren hadn't treated you so badly and you had found us on your own, would you want to stay?” he asks.

Yes.

It’s beautiful here, and for the first time ever, my wolf feels settled and happy.

“But that did happen.”

He nods. “Then you have a decision you need to make.”

I blink at him, surprised. “You’re not going to try to convince me to forgive him?”

“I’m not in a relationship with him. You are. Only you can decide what to forgive and what not to forgive. I’m an ear if you want it.”

“But you’re always so busy,” I say.

His smile is cheeky. “I empty drawers and start counting bandages or jars when someone comes my way. Then, I have the excuse of being busy to send them on their way if I want to avoid a conversation. People soon get the message. The hard seat with no cushion is also effective at chasing people away. Aren, in particular, hates that chair.”

I can’t help but laugh. There are precious few people I’ve genuinely liked right off the bat, but Gregor is definitely one of them.

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“Something isn’t adding up,” Aren says, reclining in his seat.

We’re in Aren’s office, having another meeting about the campus killer, and I just had a text from my dad saying he’s coming back in a couple of days.

With my family.

Aren is sitting with his feet on the table, arms crossed, leaning back.

And it is taking everything I have not to shove his feet off the table so he’ll fall.

I don’t know why I want to do it. I just do.

Because Gregor was right. Iamhaving fun and that isnotthe reason I came back here.

“What isn’t adding up?” I ask.

“The library guy,” he says.

“Cristofer.”

He waves like his name isn’t important. “You dated all those other guys. So it makes sense that they all died. Butthisguy? All he does is help you into your car and someone kills him for it?”

The enforcers are silent and their expressions are thoughtful.

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