Hearing the ruckus, Muriel swept into the kitchen and, seeing me, wrapped her arms around me with soft reassurance. “Come,” she cooed, “come sit with me. Give them space.”That was all I could do. The last look I shared with Gavin was a fleeting, fiery stare that withered when I turned the corner. In my heart, I felt the tugging of his guilt and sorrow, and I wanted to run right back into the kitchen and console him, but I knew he would only push me away. Despite understanding why, it made me feel as alone as I felt before I had left Hexen Manor.I settled on the couch with Muriel clutching my hands. She spoke gently to me while the others discussed David’s ambush and the truth of his history with Lothair. I tried to eavesdrop, but it was mostly speculation and indignity, until the conversation shifted with the sound of an engine growling down the driveway. My skin turned to ice.“It’s Everett,” said Oslo.What sounded like two vehicles pulled up outside of the pack house. The door op
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