Two hours later, I was standing nervously behind a screen as the rest of the pack scrambled into their seats. I wanted to peak around the screen, to see Torin and satisfy myself that he was still real and not some sort of hallucination I’d made up in a feverish dream.
“He’s real, and he’s ours,” Auryon chuckled.
“It doesn’t feel real,” I whispered back.
I had been able to feel his rage from the other end of the house that afternoon, and had quickly slipped from my room without Candice or Ginger noticing. Everything in my body pulled me to him, knowing he needed me. I hadn’t been expecting to see Councilman Jacobs standing in the sitting room, facing off against Torin, who had looked ready to rip him to pieces.
Not that he didn’t deserve it.
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