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I opened my mouth to tell him all this, to explain to him that if he didn’t come back, I didn’t know if I would be able to handle it. But if I told him any of that, I knew he wouldn’t go, and I knew he needed to. Or worse, he would tell me he didn’t feel the same. And there was too much going on to risk that. I would worry about that conversation later, after we had taken care of Isaac. One thing at a time.

So instead of opening that can of worms and making things a hundred times more awkward and difficult, I just reached forward, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him toward me. Our lips met, and I tried to convey all of my emotions—all the fear and love and anxiety, how much I truly cared about him—into a single kiss.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. Our bodies pressed together, melding perfectly as if they’d been made for one another. The heat of his body was electric, and I could have melted then and there in his arms. I wanted to be with him forever. I wanted to be like this forever.

His lips were soft and warm, but the kiss was filled with passion and longing. Part of me felt that he was trying to convey the same message as I was in our embrace.

Eventually, Klyte broke the kiss. My body protested, wanting more than ever to drag him upstairs and continue what we’d just started.

“You’re not making a particularly compelling argument for me to leave,” Klyte growled, his hands running up my arms.

“Sorry,” I said, though we both knew I wasn’t particularly sorry.

“I’ve got to get going,” he said. “Otherwise, I don’t think I’ll ever leave. But I promise I’ll be back soon.”

“You better,” I said, tilting my head and raising my eyebrows. “I wasn’t joking about the resurrecting bit. I know a couple of witches who might be game to give it a shot.”

His grin widened. “Fair enough.”

He bent down and kissed me again, letting it linger for a long moment. I tried not to moan.

Alek, dumbfounded by our exchange, coughed awkwardly. “We better get going,” he said to Klyte. “And you have some explaining to do.”

“Yeah. I suppose I do.” Klyte said. He turned back to me. “We’ll keep you updated. In the meantime, you and Freya stay inside. Do you hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” I said, giving him a mock salute. “Now go kick Isaac’s ass. I’m really starting to get stir-crazy.”

Klyte nodded, and he and Alek walked outside. I stayed in the open doorway, watching the two of them walk into the woods as they stripped, preparing to shift. I watched as the two men were replaced by two large wolves, one sandy-haired and the other a brilliant red.

The sandy-furred one looked back over his shoulder. His bushy tail flicked in an unmistakable wave before he disappeared into the woods, leaving me and Freya alone.

Chapter 17 - Klyte

“So, are you going to talk to me about it?” Alek asked me later that night when we were sitting alone. “Because I’m a little offended that you didn’t tell me.”

“When was I going to tell you?” I asked. “It’s not like I’ve seen you since it happened.”

“Fair,” Alek admitted, though a little grudgingly. He glanced over at me. “Are you all right? You’ve been more than a little touchy since we got here.”

“Here” was a small camp. Me, Sam, Jameson, and Alek were all here. Malcolm and Oliver were off on patrol, as was Luke. We had gotten here a few hours ago, and I was more than a little annoyed at being dragged out here and forced to sit.

“If you went to the trouble of dragging me out here and away from Jenn, I had hoped you would at least have a bit of a plan,” I’d told Jameson when I had the chance to pull him aside.

Jameson had given me his best alpha stare, the kind that brokered no argument and indicated that I should shut up and do as he said. But I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t like the idea of being away from Jenn. Neither did my wolf. And the longer I was out here, the more restless and irritable we got.

So when I didn’t back down from the glare and just glowered back, Jameson said, “Relax. We’re getting a plan together now. We know where the camp is. Once the others get back, we’ll go over the final strategy, and then we’ll go.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “And you couldn’t do it without me?” I asked. Something prickled at the back of my neck, something that was tugging me away from the conversation and back toward Jenn. I couldn’t shake the feelingthat I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was supposed to be back at the house with her.

“I’d rather not,” Jameson said. “If Sam’s right, there’s a group of fifteen guys with him. So, sixteen total. That means they’re already double our numbers. If you bowed out, it was going to be even worse. We need all hands on deck for this.”

I wanted to argue. My wolf was desperately trying to take control, to go back to Jenn and our cub. The thought of anything happening to either of them was unacceptable.

I remembered what it had been like to feel the cub move in Jenn’s stomach. I’d never experienced anything like it. And in that moment, I knew I couldn’t let anything happen to either of them. I was crazy about Jenn, and I couldn’t wait to meet my cub. I was already in love with my cub, and I hadn’t met them yet. I hadn’t even realized that was possible.

So the longer I sat in camp, waiting for the others to come back, the more I thought about Jenn. And the more I realized I was in the wrong place. Because my place wasn’t here in the camp; it was with Jenn. I should have told Alek to tell Jameson to stuff it when he came to the house.

Alek’s hand waved back and forth in front of my face, and I blinked, bringing myself back to the present.

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