Page 106 of Hawke

I nodded in agreement, rubbing the phone in my pocket. “I’ve contacted him. He’s already taken care of it.”

And found out I’ve missed a ton of shit from home. Journey forced a shift, which was damn dangerous and Duke Idris, a dark fae who practiced necromancy, thought to be dead was very much alive and was part of sex trafficking ring that held Journey captive for years.

He’d been killed thanks to Journey and Grim, thank fuck, but the damage had been done. Many in the brotherhood were still healing, including Journey but she was on the road to recovery faster than the rest of them.

“You have? You called him?” Delilah’s eyes lit up. “We are going home?”

I smiled down at her, watching her eyes sparkle. “Yes, Sunshine, we are going home. Right now, we are staying here for a few days. We will head back after Christmas. I’m sorry we won’t have a tree. Some humans are putting one up at the bar.”

“Really?” Delilah asked incredulously. “You guys never allowed that before.”

I scoffed. “I guess Locke is becoming some sort of softy since Journey has shifted and survived, because he is also throwing a big party for all the single ladies in town.”

Delilah’s mouth dropped further.

Bram leaned his head back and smiled.

“I’m so glad I found you, Hawke.” He closed his eyes and used his good leg to rock himself back and forth in the chair.

We all sat in silence, listening to the popping of the fire until Bram’s soft snores grew loud enough for us to laugh at.

“I’ll take him to his room.” I untangled myself from Delilah and scooped up Bram from the chair. Delilah followed.

I took Bram to the furthest room in the back of the cabin and pulled back the covers of the bed.

“Thanks, Gunnar,” Bram mumbled sleepily before he fell asleep again.

Delilah tucked him in like he was a child and tried to place a kiss on his forehead, but I pulled her away before she could.

“Sorry, mate, can’t let you do that,” I grumbled.

“You are such a fuddy-duddy. I bet Puppy would let me,” she whispered.

“Like fuck I would,”my wolf huffed.

“And you can’t call him Puppy. Give him another name,” I said as I walked her out the door with my hand on the small of her back.

“But Puppy is such a good name, it matches his personality. He‘s big, fluffy, and he has such a big happy personality.”

I shook my head.

Her fingers intertwined with mine as we entered the living room. She squeezed my hand, prompting me to stop, and her blue eyes captured me, causing my breath to hitch.

“Why did Bram call you Gunnar?” She tilted her head in curiosity.

I sighed, running my hand through my hair.

“It’s my real name, my birth name. My name before I came to Earth.” I squeezed her hands and brought them to my lips. “It was a life I didn’t want to remember anymore. None of the other rejected males want to think about their pasts either. We all changed our names.”

“That’s so sad.” Delilah’s thumbs ran across my cheeks as my lips continued to press against her knuckles. “But I understand; you want to forget the bad parts of your past. Just like I do.”

“My hurtful memories are fading fast, too though, Sunshine, just like yours are.”

“Really?” She blinked. “You are forgetting about that princess?”

I nodded, stepping closer to my mate. “Yeah,” I chuckled. “I don’t even remember her name.”

“I don’t even remember sleeping with Shane anymore.” She gave a sad smile. “Maybe soon I won’t even remember his name.”

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