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“She’s right,” Dad agrees. “As soon as the big house is done, we’ll work on building another house nearby for the three of you. Please respect our request for no displays of affection where the kids can see. In your own home, you may do as you wish.”

“I’m pregnant, though,” Raegan argues. “Eventually, they’ll want to know where the baby came from.”

Mom shakes her head. “One day, when they’re older, they’ll figure it out. Until then, I’d like to keep them in the dark as much as possible. They’re small and will only understand you’re pregnant, not how you came to be that way.”

“You can’t shut us out completely,” I blurt out, my insecurities rising to the surface. “We need you.”

Mom starts to cry and rises to her feet. I also stand and rush over to her. She hugs me, squeezing me tight. I inhale her familiar scent, trying desperately not to lose it as well.

“You’re my baby,” Mom croons. “You always will be. I love you. I love all of you.”

Dad joins the hug and then my siblings are there too.

Everything’s going to be okay.

“This way,” Dad says, urging me to follow him out of the gate.

After our family discussion, Mom went back to the kids while Ronan and Raegan went to my cabin to wait for me. Me and Dad are going to deal with Logan’s body.

As we make our trek, following the blood trail, relief floods through me. I wish I’d hunted him down when he found us months ago in the woods, but knowing he’s gone for good now is enough to satisfy me.

I fall into step beside Dad and take in the gory sight before me. Logan’s arms are completely gone and something seems to have made a feast of his organs. Intestines have been dragged away several feet from his body.

“Something got what was left of him,” Dad says with a grunt. “If you ask me, it was too easy of a death.”

I agree wholeheartedly.

“Where are we taking him?” I ask, fixating on the fact Logan’s cock is gone. “Over the cliff and into the river?”

Dad shakes his head. “No. I don’t want your brother ever running up on him. I want the corpse far away from here.” He points west. “There’s a drop-off a couple miles that way, beyond where we usually hunt. We can dump him there. The critters can make a meal of him and we don’t have to worry about Ronan running across his bones.”

I give him a nod of understanding.

“I’ll grab his head, you grab his feet,” Dad instructs. “Anything leftover, Mage will eat.”

Knowing my disgusting wolf probably ate Logan’s dick makes me gag. Dad chuckles before clutching onto Logan’s head. He pulls him up and off a broken tree. When I realize that thing was in his ass, I decide maybe he did have a deserving, painful death. I take hold of what’s left of Logan’s legs and lift.

We walk miles in the snow, carrying the rapist’s body.

And when we finally dump him in the hole, forever leaving that fucker behind, Dad wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses my head.

“Time to go home, Son.”

No sweeter words ever spoken.

I’m going home and I don’t ever have to leave.

Several months later…

Ronan lies on his back, nose buried in his book. Last time Uncle Atticus came to visit, Dad and Ryder went back with him for more supplies. Dad brought Ronan a whole stack of pregnancy books and baby books. I’d been more interested in the stretchy pants and marshmallows.

“Learning anything good?” I ask, lying on my side to watch him.

He tears his gaze from the book to smile at me. It never fails how he can get my heart to patter wildly whenever he looks at me with such love in his eyes. For me. For Ryder. For our baby.

“Just learning about teething.” He tosses the book aside to touch my huge belly. “How’s my bunny doing?”

“Missing his daddy,” I say, covering his hand with mine. “He’s been kicking a lot, trying to get your attention.”

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