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don’t?”
    Cailin closed her eyes. “He knows so much more than we do it seems. Why Logan and me? I
    don’t know. That’s something we have to find out.”
    Kade raised his chin and took Mel’s hand. “Go home, all of you. Sleep, grieve, and find some
    form of peace. Anything that you can put over yourself so we can function tomorrow.”
    Tomorrow.
    The funeral.
    There would be no waiting. Not when the Pack was at war.
    “Emeline is still researching,” Adam put in before everyone got up. “She said she might be onto
    something with the dark magic. We can tell her about Logan and Cailin to see if that helps.”
    Emeline was an elder wolf who helped when she could. She wasn’t as sheltered as the rest of
    the elders and had tried to integrate within the Pack more.
    Right then, though, Cailin needed space. She needed to breathe. “I’ll help tomorrow,” she
    whispered before turning away from her family.
    She walked out the door while the others said their goodbyes, their heartbreak so heavy she
    could feel it in the air all around her. Her wolf begged for touch, but Cailin knew she couldn’t ask the
    family for it. She didn’t want to be their burden to bear while they had so much else on their plates.
    Her family could go to their individual homes, hug their families, and let their wolves howl for the
    loss and pain that seemed never-ending.
    One wolf hadn’t been there.
    One wolf with so many ties to her family that he was practically part of it already.
    She hadn’t failed to notice his absence, and she knew the others hadn’t either.
    He wasn’t a Jamenson, wasn’t her mate, wasn’t anything but a Pack member.
    And that angered her.
    Shamed her.
    She’d fought the mating so hard, and now, when she needed someone the most, she didn’t have
    them because she’d been too prideful, too selfish. She didn’t even know how Logan was feeling, how
    she could help him.
    How he could help her.
    Her wolf craved a mate, and the woman within her was too broken to think past the pain, past the
    thought that having someone to hold her might make it go away…at least for a little bit.
    Logan could help her.
    He had to.
    If he didn’t…well, she’d already shattered into a million pieces; she didn’t think she had
    anything else left to break.
    She just prayed she wasn’t wrong.

    Chapter Four

    Sometimes being a wolf sucked.
    Not being able to get drunk when he needed to was at the top of Logan’s list at the moment. No
    matter how much whiskey he poured down his throat, he’d never get more than a buzz. Well, that
    wasn’t quite true. If he drank a few bottles in a row he might be able to get drunk enough. According
    to Pack gossip, Adam had done that when he’d met Bay a couple years ago, and their mating had
    progressed from there.
    Logan wasn’t sure he needed to be that drunk.
    Lexi, his sister, and the Jamensons were meeting at Kade’s home. He didn’t know how long
    they’d be there, nor did he know if they’d tell him what they’d discussed. He wasn’t part of the inner
    circle. Not really.
    He set the bottle down and ran a hand through his hair, the short strands sliding through his
    fingers. It needed to be cut, but he couldn’t really care at the moment. He wasn’t equipped to deal
    with what was going on inside of him, what was going on within the Pack. No one should have been
    ready for what had happened.
    Pat had died for him.
    It made no sense.
    He wasn’t worth the sacrifice. Everyone knew it. He’d left his old Pack because he hadn’t been
    strong enough to keep Lexi and Parker safe. The old Alpha of the Talons had made it clear that if Lexi
    stayed within the Pack, she would have been killed. It wasn’t her fault she’d been forced into a partial
    mating with Corbin, the sadistic, and now dead, former Alpha of the Centrals, but the old Alpha
    hadn’t wanted her taint to infect their precious Pack. Logan hadn’t been strong enough to protect his
    sister or the baby in her