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Jack POV

I’m pacing in front of the damned armory, a trail forming in the dirt from the hours I have spent here, walking up and down the same few feet of shadowed walkway, waiting to hear some news about the party that left early yesterday morning to check the borders of this pack. The party that left with my crew mate. The maddening woman did not even bother to ask me if I was bothered by her leaving with the group of men or not.

Mostly, if not entirely, unmated men. All of whom I'm sure would jump at the chance to keep her warm at night.

Lucky is the one who found me at the bar to tell me, and I almost wrung his neck at the time. I want to wring someone out now for allowing such disrespect.

Who does she think she is, just abandoning me like this? With several unmated men at that.

“You were the asshole who drove her away,” Oisin grumbles, annoyed with me more than anyone else.

“By doing what the woman told me to do! How was I to know she would act this way?”

“She’s a woman. A woma