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Micah finished his story and his heart clenched to see tears in his mate’s pretty eyes. “Hey, I didn’t mean to make you sad,” he said softly, kissing her lips. “It’s all in the past, no changing what happened.”

“I kn

ow. I just can’t imagine how terrible that day was, all those lives lost.” She cupped the scarred side of his face. “It’s a miracle your group of friends survived.”

He gave a bitter laugh. “Not so miraculous, baby. We found out not long ago that the whole encounter was set up by our own government—or a couple of warped individuals, anyway. Our group—Jax, Ryon, Nix, Zan, Aric, Raven, and me—we were put in the path of the werewolves on purpose. They knew we had Psy gifts and were aiming to turn us—the ones strong enough to survive.”

Jacee gasped. “God, that’s awful!”

“Yeah. No telling how many of our buddies who were killed possessed gifts, too. All those lives, wasted because of greed. A couple of top government officials were under Malik’s control, and the Unseelie made sure the rest happened like he wanted afterward.”

“The testing in the labs to create super soldiers?”

“Right.”

They lay quietly together, and he could tell she was waiting for him to say more. What more was there to say? He didn’t want that period in his life to touch her any more than it already had.

I can feel you fretting. You can tell me anything, she whispered in his mind.

Sitting up slightly, he gaped at her. “Whoa. Was that you?”

Yep, that’s me! Mates really can speak telepathically. She beamed down at him.

“I know the other mates can do it, but— Wow. That’s so cool.”

“Try it.”

Um, hi? He felt kind of stupid, unsure it had even worked. Until she giggled and hugged him hard.

That’s great! Want to go for a run? We can try it out some more in our animal forms.

Sure. We can try other things in our animal forms, too. He waggled his brows suggestively.

She laughed. “I don’t know about that. Sort of kinky, don’t you think?”

“Why? It would still be us. Just furry.” He paused, regarding her in amusement. “You’re a natural-born shifter. You’ve never done it, well, au naturel?”

She shrugged. “Most of my Pack did, and it was considered no big deal. I was just never with anyone who suggested it.”

“Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you going to pout?”

“I’m not pouting. You haven’t said no yet.”

Shaking her head, she slid off him and extended her hand to pull him up. “Come on. We have to get dressed so we can drive to your Pack lands for our run. It’ll be safer there.”

“Agreed.”

Though he wasn’t keen on giving up their warm nest with Jacee in his arms, a run with her did sound fun. So he forced his lazy butt out of bed and got dressed, more than a little regretful that his mate was covering up her gorgeous skin with clothing. It would soon be removed again, however, so he cheered right up.

In minutes, the two were racing down the road in his coupe, leaving their troubles behind if only for a while. He didn’t want anything to ruin this afternoon, especially following their mating. Today should be a day of joy, not worry over the shadows that still loomed overhead.

Still, for a few moments, the dark craving for myst stole through him, beckoning to him to get lost in its oblivion. The drug might have been gone from his system but not the addiction, and he was terrified it would never abate.

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