He let out a long, ragged breath when my words cut through the winter wind. He didn't want a fight, he didn't want a challenge, his posture just broke slightly because I was finally facing him."You ignored every dispatch I sent through the pack link," Ada Lube said, his deep voice thick with tension as he stepped closer to my sled."Then stop wasting your tracking energy on my slate," I barked, refusing to look him in the eye as I threw my gear bags onto the seat.I climbed behind the steering wheel and slammed the heavy oak door. The engine roared to life, the winter treads biting deep into the packed snow as I swung the vehicle around, leaving him standing alone in the freezing darkness of the outpost.Once we cleared the valley gate and hit the open mountain pass, Tyler Dawson shifted in his furs, cutting the silence. "Collins, be honest with me. Has your inner wolf locked onto his scent again? You have that exact look I had when my bed stayed cold for weeks after the separation."
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