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alpha presence into her to calm the turmoil of emotion behind her sad eyes.

Perhaps there was no cure.

My wolf strained in my chest with excitement, but I shoved him down

and bent my head close to her ear. “Let’s go.”

17

Savannah

I let Jaxson drive. That was a clear indication of just how mentally

messed up I was. To be fair, it was also his truck, and he’d taken the keys.

But I would have let him drive anyway. Probably.

I was a hollow shell of the woman I had once been. A husk. I leaned back

in the passenger seat and put my face in my hands. “God, Jax, I’m so

screwed. What am I going to do?”

“We’ll figure this out,” he said, pitching his voice low. It stroked the ends

of my nerves, soothing me for a moment. But I knew it for what it was—an

illusion. Just a product of his damned presence and power and the weird sway

he had over me. A false calm.

“Figure this out?” I snapped, refusing to be mollified. “I have a sorcerer

trying to kill me or abduct me or just mind-fuck me, and now I’m turning into

a monster. How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?”

Jaxson’s hands tightened on the wheel. “You’re turning into a werewolf.

Whether you act like a monster is up to you.”

His bitterness was palpable, a caustic scent that burned my nostrils and

made my stomach sink. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You meant exactly what you said.” His words were curt and resentful.

Man, he despised me.

I frowned, smelling my own embarrassment and shame. He was right—

I’d meant what I’d said. He was a monster. A man that grew claws and fangs

and turned into a ravening wolf. I was surrounded by monsters. Jaxson. The

pack. The sorcerer. My family. And now me, too.

I leaned my head against the window. Trucks roared by us, the


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