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“You're still as possessive and protective as if you've always been with her. Trust me, she's not interested in him,” he says. “And you going in there will scare her. Remember, she doesn't know us.

“How could I forget? - growl.

“She'll remember, or we'll tell you when the time is right,” Ragnar asserts, as if either of those things is going to happen. Her memoir comes with a can of worms none of us are ready to open.

She would be better off a million miles away from us, but now that she's here, I couldn't let her go a million miles away again.

Fuck the world.

Fuck the gods.

Mairin's place is here, with us, in our pack. In our house.

Ragnar laughs as he walks away, leaving me hidden behind a rock in the shadows, where I stay for the rest of the night to watch Mairin. She talks to dozens of people, most of whom seem as enthralled by her as I am, and I hate it. I don't want to share it with anyone. Her smiles should be for me, her body should be for my eyes only, and my wolf fills my he