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THEO
“You’re shitting me.” Gibson, our pack alpha, scowled at us from across his desk. The look he gave us was equal parts astonished, frustrated, and pissed.
I’d spent the night in Holt’s guest room, even though my parents had wanted me home with them. I usually stayed in my childhood room when I visited town, but not this time. After watching our mate walk away from us the night before, I’d needed to at least stay close to my scent-match.
We had to plan. Figure out what the hell we were going to do, because our wolves weren’t going to give us much time.
We’d pushed too hard, too fast, at the bar, and we had to regroup. Get our heads on straight, which was pretty f*****g hard when we were thinking with our d***s.
Today, the first order of business had been to talk to Gibson. He ne
