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Brother: That doesn’t make any sense.

I tell him that’s exactly my thinking, but I need more time to dig into where these rumors are coming from.

It could be a matter of some outside shifters trying to stir up discord among our kind.

Brother: And what about your Emery?

My Emery.

My fucking wolf whines at the title Chael has assigned Emery.

Mine.

I shake my head, not letting my stupid thoughts fall into the impossible.

Me: I’ve assured her she’s safe here. Until we know what’s going on. I may need to ask our Alpha Queen for help.

I swallow down the lump in my throat. I do my best to ignore the memory of the moment Reese grabbed my arm and told me she had a vision of my mate needing help.

Brother: What do you need?

I start to answer, but then hesitate. It’s probably best to wait for the results of Dr. Drake’s test before I request anything of my brother’s mate.

Me: I’ll let you know if that time comes. Enjoy the rest of your honeymoon.

Chael’s reply is almost immediate.

Brother: You’re not alone in this, brother. If you need us to, just say the word, and we’ll return to New Mexico before heading to the Alliance’s headquarters. My mate is always happy to assist anyone in our pack, even when it goes against my wishes.

I shake my head as I reply.

Me: No. I have everything under control here. Enjoy yourselves.

After shoving my phone back into my pocket, I continue toward Marshall’s home.

On instinct, my head turns in the direction I dropped Emery off earlier. From my distance, I see a group of women pouring out of Chael’s home and crossing the street. I know exactly who each one of them is.

My gaze zeros in on Emery.

The way the blue jeans she’s wearing sculpts to her hips and waist calls to my base instincts.

Mate! Go to her. Claim her!

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl to my wolf. “We have work to do,” I remind him, not so kindly.

Emery’s here because she’s in danger. I need to find out whoever the fuck it is, and end them.

That’s the vow I silently make to myself as I start for the pathway that leads to Marshall’s front door.

CHAPTER 16

Chance

“Emery?” I ask as I enter Chael’s home where a few of our pack have started to gather for a late lunch.

“She went back home to take a nap,” Ms. Elsie answers.

I don’t miss the way she says “home.” As if my house is Emery’s as well.