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Forty-Five

Ryker

It didn’t take me long to pick up on Willow’s anxiety as the other two wolves drew closer. She was so on edge I could physically smell the acrid scent of her fear gushing from her pores, or it seemed that way with her near proximity at the very least.

I didn’t push her, leaving my eyes glued to Roxi as she played in the multicolored leaves and ran circles around the small yard.

I could see Jax comforting her out of my peripheral vision, so I let him take care of his mate while I pondered why on earth she would want to converse with me. The last I recalled from the night before was that she was coming over this morning to spend time with the other she-wolves.

After she took several deep breaths, Willow began speaking without a hint of disquiet detectable in her voice as she said, “I was thinking about what you said last night, about not being able to locate any additional bunkers in the area if they exist.”

She stopped, a

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