Page 139 of The SnowFang Secret


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Burian tapped his toe. “GranitePaw isreallynot going to like this. And they didn’t eat any shit for Clare.”

“Not yet,” Sterling said with pure malice.

I frowned at the crates. Collections and Volumes, plus whatever else had been accumulating since my father’s death. I knew what to do with all of it just…me? Chronicler? I was barely old enough to drink.

“Does the relic really create a matebond?” Jun asked tentatively.

I flinched at mention of the relic. I hugged myself and closed my eyes.

Sterling kissed the base of my neck and told Jun, “We believe so. Erase and create. But wars were fought over it, and if we aren’tverycareful, wars will be fought over it again. It’s safe where it is for now.”

“It’s how we can pull ourselves back from the brink.” The hot wave of non-specific, tangled emotions had passed. How we’d go about doing that, I didn’t know. “It’s Gaia’s Will in a bottle, and I amproperlyintimidated as to how to use it. I didn’t sign up to be a divine power of attorney.”

Sterling brushed his lips along the base of my neck again. “So don’t.”

I leaned back against him. “Meaning?”

Sterling put the scrolls on the low table in the center of the foyer. “Gaia is still pairing souls. The argument has always been that the First Law gives Alphas the authority to second-guess matings. No longer a good argument. No one’s turning honest overnight, but it might make packs less inclined to meddle in Gaia’s Will.”

“And the trash takes itself out?” Jun asked.

Sterling nodded.

“I do like the idea of a problem solving itself.” Gaia knew I had plenty of my own. Hundreds of them, in fact. All lined up in crates in my foyer. I slid my arms around Sterling’s shoulders. “So. Justiciar Alpha.”

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips and his eyes gleamed the same shade as the moon. “Yes?”

“It is August.”

“Yes.”

“Which means the New York party season is coming up.”

“Quite. Invitations will be here soon.”

“I’m decorating for Solstice!” Cye chirped.

“Are we doing Hallow?” Burian asked. “Weneedto do Hallow. Get all the fucking bad luck and vibes out of this pack.”

“Hallow,” Jun agreed instantly.

“I also vote for Hallow,” I told them before I looked back at Sterling. “Anyway. As I was saying. I suggest you and I head south and you show me this island I own but have never seen.”

He smiled a little brighter. “Yes, and?”

“And then,” I pulled at the lapel of his suit jacket, running it between my fingers, “after I have sufficiently explored the island—”

“Yes, yes, keep talking…” He resettled his grip on me, trying not to smile.

“I think I will go without shifting for a while.”

Sterling’s smile broke like sunlight behind clouds. His scent rose in a mist of fierce, quiet happiness.

“Time forswags,” Jun told Cye and then they cheered. They instantly began to compare notes on nursery decorating ideas and prenatal fitness. Burian just told them to give me some vitamins.

Sterling bowed his head to mine. “I do love you, pretty wolf. And I especially love this plan of yours. And Iespeciallylike that it isourplan, and not anyone else’s for once.”

He drew me up for a kiss and I tried not to laugh as the scent of joy filled the foyer.

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