A Pack Of Love and Hate

ter the Pine's stock of S

rah, color leached from her sk

cour

er mother, who was slumped on a co

nodded to t

took the stairs, my gaze wandered to the

tea towels, I'm going to haunt thei

st my mouth to stifle the sound that was so incredibly inappropriate that even Cassandra's

ted. "They're all going t

aggy black hair, grinning. "You shoul

aren't my

Lucas said just as Sarah

t. She hooked her arm through mine and all but dragged me down the

he stuff was. When I did, I turned an

him the car keys

st've elaborated, because he nodded

has

o leave an imprint. "I think it's

f hair fell i

Sarah had both of yo

lf-t

k a little more than a half hour, and I felt like L

trusted his intenti

nglue the soles of his black boots from the flagston

een us before goi

call you tomorrow, hun."

s finall

rehouse. Even though it wasn't late, August's apar

giant jumble of emotions. I parked on the side of the road, g

r a moon that was almost full

eply

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g my sneakers when he messaged me that he was downstairs. Stuffing my key and phone in the zippered pocket of my track jack

got saddl

dan, palming his cropped blond hair. "D

you owe

om dueling Morgan

il, sighing. "If only

guy but as gentle as a puppy. "Should we

ut my calves.

don't get . . . why I have to train. Your brother said . . . Seconds rarely get . . . dragged into the fight." I gulped in some muc

be alive today." Perspiration beaded on Matt's forehea

then bent at the waist and pressed my palms into my

e furred creatures with perked ears and glowing eyes. "I heard about your theory, but Morg

t, dry air. The sun was peaking, brightening the pink hue of the mount

kin penetrates y

of my still-heaving chest. "Don't tell m

seems to

yet I growled at my fri