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Dutch and Reese sprawl in the dirt. I drop between them, hearing nothing but rotating blades and the punishing thump in my chest.

I should’ve fucking listened to Dutch.

If we’d done a blood ceremony to bond the pack, I’d know they’re alive. My body shuts down when I grab Reese’s wrist, praying he has a pulse.

Finally, I find his sluggish heartbeat. “He’s breathing.”

“Dutch too.” Bish plucks a tranquilizer dart from the grass. “Sedatives.”

“Check for more needles.” I pluck out half a dozen darts buried in Reese’s clothes while Bish glares at the sky, holding on to Dutch’s throat.

Counting heartbeats to keep himself from falling apart.

I have to be the rock.

For him.

For Marisol.

For our future pack.

No one takes what’s mine.

“Bish,” I bark. “Pull out the darts.”

The command rattles him into motion.

Ripping out needles, Bish snarls. “I’m going to fucking ruin every motherfucker who had a hand in this conflagration.”

“We,” I correct. “We’ll ruin them.”

Wyvern House can have my ass, my soul, and everything I own as long as they lend me the power to bring my mate home.

Jericho cackles from my subconscious.

Fucking loser. You failed your pack. Again.

Fury has me strangling my brother’s sorry-ass monologue.

Marisol is mine.

I’ve tasted her lips, and I’ll wait as long as she needs to remember where she belongs. Whether she asks me to take control or unleashes that dark gamma compulsion and fucking commands me to give her what she craves.

I’ll always find her.

We’re inevitable.

“Grab Reese and follow me,” I order, not giving Bish the time to despair.

Dutch weighs the same as a bull rhino, but I haul his ass to the resort while Bish shoulders Reese, muttering plans for revenge.

When we hit the main property, my heart untangles, finding the bunker hatch undisturbed. I drop Dutch. “Signal the girls to unlock. We’ll get them to safety and go after Marisol.”

Bish is knocking in sequence when another wave of chopper blades cracks the island’s silence.

A fleet speeds from shore in a flying V. All black machines. Unmarked.

Wyvern House.

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