Chapter 73

“He’s here,” I whispered to Ezra. “I’m going to find him.”

I went to turn, but he grabbed my elbow, placing a palm on my face. He lowered his forehead to mine. “Go get him,” he said, placing a hungry kiss against my lips before letting me go.

I turned from him, knowing that he had everything else covered, that he would not leave this packland either by me or contained by his brothers.

This was what true partnership must be like. I smiled at that. Once this was over, to whatever end after the certain death I would inflict on Miles, I knew I had him and his support.

I wasn’t doing it alone anymore.

I let that knowledge of safety and trust wash over me as I sunk deep into that place I had learned as a child. As I descended deep into that well I let myself hear the voices that I spent so much time trying to suppress.

Instinct and logic. Emotions can fuel you, but they do not decide your course—my dad told me, helping me up.

She’s a natural - my mother’s worried yet proud face came into