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I let my wolf slide up inside me, like he’d wanted to do all morning, shifting my teeth and my eyes transforming to the black and white vision of my shifter.
“Are you calling me a liar, Brad?” The words were rough because of my teeth, and I hoped he could see how close I was to losing my temper for real.
Brad blinked, obviously re-thinking his words. “I didn’t say that.”
“You must have,” I said with a low growl. “Because why the fuck else would you think you have any right to tell me to get rid of my fated mate? Because she is.Mine. So fuck off and get out of our way.”
To make my point I stalked straight at the group of five guys.
They could tell I wasn’t bluffing. They parted like the red sea, allowing the four of us through with only one of them—Connor, I think—bumping into my shoulder. I didn’t look back, stalking along the road with my head held high. I could sense Michael and Monique just behind me. Kyle, as my second, protected the rear.
When we got back to our cabin, I whisked Monique inside and held her while she cried.
Chapter 5
Monique
It broke my heart to feel all the hatred pointed at Michael and me. Just because we carried magic in our souls. I cried into Xander’s shoulder for far too long, until I couldn’t breathe properly from my stuffed-up nose and my face was hot and soaked with tears.
So, after I’d showered, and re-dressed, I ate the lunch Kyle made and curled up on the couch with a book so no-one would talk to me.
I had to get my thoughts into order. I felt like a rung-out wet rag. The pack hated me. They had made that clear. It didn’t matter that I was Xander’s mate. Kyle’s, too. My magic, and the fact that I was a witch, was apparently something that the pack couldn’t get past.
What was I going to do?
“Are you okay?” Kyle asked, sitting down on the couch with me and reaching for my hand.
“Yeah,” I lied, not looking up from my spell book. I had no idea what was on the page in front of me, but I needed the protection of at least pretending to read.
“You haven’t turned that page in half an hour,” he said softly.
I blinked, trying to focus on the words in front of me. “I’m a slow reader.”
Kyle chuckled and pulled my arms down so that I’d look at him. “No you’re not, sweetheart,” he said.
I sighed and finally relented, lifting my gaze to his. I blanched when I only saw pity.
