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Kane is.
He’s broken at hearing our pup has spent the last five days in solitude.
“I was?” I ask, ignoring Kane’s silent howls.
This is the first time in over a decade that I’ve nearly lost control over him. He’s furious, and sad, and can’t process his emotions rationally. He hates that our pup, our babe, has been living without a pack.
I might hate people.
But she might not. Phoebe certainly doesn’t.
But not only that… Maia has been alone.
Maia’s had no village, no support system, no nourishment or love.
Ryan never should’ve left his family defenceless.
This never should’ve been their reality.
“Yeah. It’s hard to trust when you’ve never been given a reason to do so.” She’s watching Phoebe suckle in her sleep, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s so captivating.
I gently reach forward and cup her cheek, raising her eyes so she looks at me. The sparks fly, but this time, I don’t appreciate the pleasure. My eyes are hard, but my tone is gentle. “I’ll spend the rest of my life giving you a reason, little love.”
Her eyes fill with tears, but these ones, they’re acceptable. I move back, but she doesn’t seem pleased with the lack of contact. There’s less hesitance, this time, when she reaches out to touch me. I tuck her hand between my face and shoulder once she cups my cheek.
“Don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” she whispers, not looking away from me.
I don’t just mean now.
I mean forever.
I never want her to go.
8
MAIA
“What are you wearing?” Ben demands the moment I’m in his line of sight. He’s wearing a pair of pyjama pants and nothing else. His bare chest is on display, and my eyes will not move away from that blatant display of skin, covered lightly with chest hair.
Is it disrespectful to ogle the man in his own home?
I hope not.
Because I could stare at him like this all day and still struggle to recall what colour trousers he’s wearing.
His broad shoulders taper down to thick, well-defined abdominal muscles that create a trail my tongue could trace, leading to that very deep V. He’s fucking hot, and based on the grin on his face, he knows it.
My mouth practically waters. His skin is a beautiful tan that only could come from spending a lot of time outdoors—it’s more honeyed than my own, which is just my natural colour.
“Maia,” Ben calls, sounding frustrated. I can feel my cheeks heating up, and instead of looking him in the eye, I keep my gaze trained on the photo frame behind him. It’s of four light grey wolves, identical, of course, except for their eyes.
Even without the eye colour, I could point out Kane and Orion very easily here, and it wouldn’t be too hard to distinguish between Ben’s wolf and Alex’s.
You know, if it’s not too bold to assume the wolf jumping in the air to try and catch a butterfly is Ben’s wolf.
“What was the question?”
