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“You had it under control,” he says flatly.

“And you?” I turn to Jett.

“It was a mistake,” he admits, dropping his gaze. “I was watching the screens instead of the ground. Didn’t want Finn going off solo.”

Reasonable.

Wrong, but reasonable.

This is exactly why we need our tech guy back, but my father has Orion grounded indefinitely.

“We should’ve called Nathan,” Jett says.

“No,” I bark, and my packmates spines’ straighten at the hit of alpha command I didn’t mean to slip. I clear my throat. “Orion’s spot stays open.”

“What if he’s never fit for duty again?” Hunter asks.

“He’ll be fit.” The fact that Hunter could even suggest—could even think—about replacing our brother tells me everything I don’t want to know.

“If—” Jett begins.

“No.” This time, the bark’s on purpose, and the command of their pack leader has my brothers’ jaws snapping shut.

I will not negotiate.

Orion is pack. If we’re not loyal to our own goddamned pack then what are we doing?

Orion didn’t ask to awaken as an omega. He didn’t even ask to be our pack’s omega.

But he is. He’s ours. Our mate.

Mine.

So we can keep his spot for as long as it takes for him to figure out his hormones. When he’s in control, he’ll be back, and the team will be that much stronger.

No fucking way am I giving his slot to Nathan.

The guys know their history. Orion and Nathan are biological brothers, and Nathan takes fucking glee in lording shit over our mate.

I’d rather remove the guy’s teeth with my fingers than trust him to have my back on a job.

Orion’s already going to be upset that we’re struggling.

I’ve disappointed him enough.

I won’t backstab him by cutting him from our squad without so much as a heads up. “Any chatter on containment?”

“The media’s running with the car chase,” Jett says.

“I made the shot,” Finn insists as if he didn’t make the shot after the choppers got there. So instead of an everyday case of road rage, the news is covering a gangland assassination where a masked Finn shoots the spine out of our target in the middle of a bridge before base jumping off the side and disappearing into the water.

God save me from adrenaline junkies.

“Wyvern House will be implicated,” Jett says.

Hunter tsks. “Fucking mess.”

This isn’t a mess.

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