Page 147 of Unforgivable

Thjis and Ezra look at each other, then turn to Lyri and nod. "There are other words that can be used to describe him other than as-"

"Ezra!" she scolds him, "focus! There is a dead wolf here. A RustClaw wolf. A headless, dead, RustClaw wolf. Where is Cal's body? Who did this?"

"The mountain wolf did it," I reply absently. I poke the head, rolling the severed neck skywards to see the cuts made through bone. "Mountain alphas have blades that cut through bone fairly easily. No one else on the mountain has it." I show the ragged edge of the spinal column's remainder, where I can see several slicing cuts even through the blood and gore. "This was a hack job. A lot of small cuts, sawing back and forth. Your mountain friend did this himself."

"That male?" she whispers, eyes wide on me. They look brown in the light of dusk, stunning. Not as beautiful as they are when we're-

"Rhet?" she prompts.

"Yeah," I stop staring at her and turn back to the head. The thought hits me suddenly. I stand back up, "you told him who you are, didn't you?" I feel entirely pissy, all of a sudden.

Lyri looks at me, a haughty expression on her face. "I didn't do it for him, Blue-Eyes. I did it for his mate. Whoever she is, she doesn't deserve to have a cheater for a mate. At least she can rest easy knowing that I'm not some simple she-wolf."

"I should have known first," I can't help but let my inner pup show a little. I want Lyri to trust me the most. Let Thjis be her bear that she cuddles with, and Ezra be her jokester. I want her to trust me.

She walks to me and hugs my middle. "I wasn't ready to tell you, Rhet. It was too raw, still. I just... if he didn't want me, then who would?"

I cup her cheeks in my palms and kiss her forehead. "Me. Us. Everyone. You're our Luna. Always." My wolf lets out a low grumble of approval. My Luna.

"Let's go dancing," I tell her with a smile.

Her eyebrows raise in surprise, but she doesn't flinch away from the idea. She's ready for this.

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