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My guard went up hard. “Well what did the other kid do?”
Another moment of silence passed before she finally admitted, “Tried to take the ball Lucas brought. He just wanted to share it.”
I scoffed. “If I saw you playing a game on your phone and tried to steal it from you so I could play, would the excuse that I ‘just wanted to share it’ fly? No. You’d call the damn cops.”
Kai’s wolf studied me.
I looked away, feeling sort of bad for snapping at her like that. “Just send me the location. I’ll come get him.”
She hung up without replying to my remark.
No wonder he had her in his phone asPack Mom 3.
“Good riddance,” I muttered at the broken screeen. A text came through immediately, and I opened the location.
A park, less than five minutes away from the townhouse.
I glanced up at Kai. “Is Lucas with his pack?”
Morgan had explained to me that little kids were put into packs of their own shortly after they were born, so they could start befriending each other and would grow up together.
Kai dipped his furry head in a nod.
I bit my lip. “Are you okay with me picking up your kid? I don’t want to step on your toes or anything.”
The wolf dipped his head again.
“Good. That’s good. I think. Maybe.” I chewed on my lip. “You should probably know, I’m going to need to drink from you again soon. Like, less than a day soon. Probably less than three hours, soon. And I don’t think it’ll work with all that fur. But I’ll start getting weak again in the nearish future. Your blood is already healing me, but I’ve been sick a long time, and won’t recover overnight.”
The wolf said nothing, of course.
Just kept studying me.
I rubbed at my face. “Alright. I’m just going to get dressed, and go.”
Was narrating things to the wolf a requirement? Probably not.
Did it make me feel slightly less awkward in this extremely weird situation? Yes, yes it did.
So I wasn’t going to stop.
I eased myself to my feet, using the door for balance—or at least, I tried to.
My movements were a hell of a lot faster than I was used to, so I ended up standing in a heartbeat.
I stopped abruptly, arms out and waiting for the dizziness that usually accompanied rapidly moving from sitting to standing.
No dizziness came.
“Hot damn,” I breathed.
It was incredible.
My stomach wasn’t hurting—my body wasn’t aching.
I could move without pain.
Though my hair was still damp with sweat, I wasn’t sweating. Or hot. Or feverish.
