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“Why is Genevieve Goodwin in our backyard?” Declan snapped when his window opened. His room was dark and his hair a mess, which meant I’d probably woken him up. My bad.
“I’m going to marry that girl,” I said wistfully as I watched her dart into the forest, taking my heart with her.
“You don’t know that,” he retorted. “You two hate each other.”
“I love her.”
“I give it a week,” he replied.
“I give it a month before she’s picking on you again,” Sam commented as he joined us out his window.
I rolled my eyes. What did they know? Dad always told me to trust my gut—that it’d never steer me wrong.
It told me one thing: I was going to marry Genevieve Goodwin.
I married that woman right there in the Waverly’s pumpkin patch. It was the prettiest Sunday in September. The weather was perfect with its cool breeze and clear blue skies—a rarity for Washington. All of Cedar Harbor was a vibrant patchwork quilt of reds, oranges, and yellows.
And yet, all of it paled in comparison to Genevieve. That fifteen-year-old girl had grown into a woman who outshined the sun itself with her brilliant smile. There were no words to describe how beautiful she was. There never would be.
The moment I saw her walking down the aisle toward me, a calm washed over me. This woman was my heart, my soul, my home. She was my everything.
Surrounded by friends, family, and a thriving pumpkin patch, I handed her everything I had. Words would never encompass how I felt about her, but I did my best to make sure she knew. There was no hesitation on her face as she promised me the same. There was no doubt.
There was only us.
This was how we were supposed to be.
It was the beginning of our forever.
We were untouchable.
Until we weren't.
Chapter 01
Killian
Jesus fucking Christ. Why did they always fucking run? Once! Just once! Couldn’t I get a fucking fugitive who wanted to be collected? Shit. What a fucking commodity that would be.
My heart pounded in my chest as I chased Sadie Mae Grimm down. Yeah. Her last name was fucking Grimm. Probably should’ve taken that into account when I took this fucking job. I sprinted after her—the woman was ridiculously fast. What the hell was she? A fucking marathon runner? There was no way in hell I could keep up this pace chasing after her. No fucking way. I was in the best shape of my life, but this was obscene.
No one should run this fast for this goddamn long.
She veered off the sidewalk, over the cobblestone road, and darted into the woods. The flash of violet hair was the last thing I saw before she disappeared into the darkness.
“Fuck me,” I huffed out. A horn blasted as a car swerved to avoid hitting me. They yelled. I flipped them off over my shoulder. It was a grand fucking time.
The second my feet hit the treeline, I dipped into my wolf senses and came to a stop. I needed them if I wanted to catch the feisty fucking thief in the woods. Murderer? Was she the thief or the murderer?
Fuck, I couldn’t remember. Probably should’ve studied her paperwork better, but fuck, this was supposed to be a breeze of a job. So much for that shit.
I breathed deeply, pulling in whatever smells I could. Woods. Moss. Dirt. Rain. Lavender. And lemon?
Lavender and lemon. I let it fill my lungs. My head cocked to the side as I latched onto it. I was a predator, and she was my prey. No matter how much she expected to use the woods to escape, she could never run from me.
I bolted, chasing after her. The sounds of the town vanished. An eerie quiet enveloped me and sent my senses into overdrive. I struggled to pinpoint her location. I could smell her—that fucking aroma. It weaved its way through me, filling every inch of my mind with a thick fog until I felt lost to it.
The blow to my stomach came out of fucking nowhere. Was that a knee? An elbow? I didn’t have a fucking clue.
