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“You’re ours,” Luke adds.
“And you’re all mine,” I whisper and pull them all in. “Our pack is strong, I know that.”
“We are,” they all whisper back.
We are strong, but we are haunted by Damien. But that has to be tomorrow’s problem, as does rebuilding the barn and reporting my suspicions of arson to the police.
We stay in the living room nest for the rest of the evening and sleep there all night, and for the first time in a long time—even despite the barn fire and what it means—I feel safe.
Untouchable by Damien, who will not be sneaking around unseen anymore as my alphas each take watch throughout the night.
Wild Skies Pack didn’t run at the truth. They didn’t abandon me when they saw the worst parts of me. The failures, the hurt.
And I will not run fromthem. Honestly, I may not ever leave this nest again if I can convince them to stay too.
I love this pack so much.
It’s that feeling I finally drift to sleep on.
CHAPTER 21
Luke
I wake firstand slip out of the nest mostly unnoticed. Carson opens his eyes for one moment and then, seeing me, goes right back to sleep. Good. He needs it after yesterday.
I’m not sure how we didn’t notice something amiss other than it happened in the morning, but I can’t let that criminal get close to Josie again. Or the animals. Thank god none of the horses were hurt.
I head out there before dawn to check on the foal and the other horses. They seem uneasy. Not because of me but in general. I fill the water and feed them early before taking a walk around the damaged barn. The guys and I were able to put up a temporary fence to keep the horses out in case the damaged roof caved in, but they need a reliable shelter.
That’s just one thing on a long list of things that need to be handled today.
I wander back to the main house and shower quickly since everyone’s still asleep, then head into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The smells of cooking food have turned into a better alarm clock around here than any phone alarm. My pack pads in to find a much simpler breakfast than what Josie cooked for us, but it’s honestly not too shabby if I do say so myself.
“Thank you,” Josie offers with a grateful smile.
I pull her hand to my lips and kiss it. “Anything for you. For our pack.” To Carson I ask, “How are you today?”
Carson sips his coffee. “A lot less shaken. I’m ready to help out today.”
Brooks points at him. “You take it easy, though. Smoke inhalation is no joke.”
Carson raises his hands. “Understood. There’s a lot of work to do, though.”
“We’ll get to it all.” Josie’s voice is like a beacon, her presence the only anchor sometimes. “Let’s work on a priority list and go from there.”
I think finding Damien is priority number one. But the logical part of my brain has already decided the truth. “The barn roof. Honestly, if the damage is bad enough we may need a new barn in general. I’m going to place some calls and get some quotes.”
Josie nods then pulls out her phone to start making the official list.
“I think…” Carson trails off. We all turn to him. “Josie, I think you should call a few places in Fairwater and trying talking to a therapist or another professional about everything. Maybe that’s overstepping, but I think it’d help.”
Josie’s lips form a thin line but she does nod. “You’re right. It would. And it’s not overstepping. I know you care about me. You all do.”
Brooks gets up from the table to place a soft kiss on the top of her head. “And don’t you forget it. We’ll help you rebuild.”
Josie smiles warmly. “I’m hoping we can all keep building together, period. I can… also reach out to the police back in New York about this.”
“Of course we’ll keep building,” I say. My phone starts ringing. I glance down to find Josie’s grandmother of all people calling. “Excuse me.”
