“Yeah,” I rasp.
My thoughts drift to Evan and the sadness in his voice.
Hey. Are you okay?
My mindlink goes unanswered, which tells me he might be asleep. I sigh and scrub a hand over my jaw.
“We need no distractions,” Felix says as he rests his hands on my desk. “And we need to get the pack on board.”
I nod. “I’m not letting him destroy what we’ve spent years building.”
Even if it fucking kills me.
After sitting togetherfor three hours to go through possible attack plans, my brain is practically fried. When everyone heads off to bed for the night, I head over to Jaxon’s pack house with a spell intact.
It doesn’t take me long to crawl up to Evan’s window, and as I poke my head inside, I find him sleeping in his bed, sheets pulled up to his chin.
I exhale a breath of relief when I realise that he’s safe and unharmed. I’ve been kicking myself ever since I shut him out, but if my father got hold of who I was mindlinking, it would have been game over.
My eyes study Evan’s peaceful slumber as his chest rises and falls. I smile and resist the urge to stroke back his curls and wake him up.
Instead, I crawl onto the bed silently and curl up in front of him. His lashes are sprawled out, and his lips are parted.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you,” I whisper.
Evan remains asleep as I scoot closer, enjoying his scent as it becomes embedded in my bloodstream.
39
EVAN
I’m not sure if I’m dreaming as I blink away the blurriness in my eyes. Caleb’s face stares back at me as he lies opposite.
“Caleb?”
“Hey, pups,” he says before stroking my cheek.
My eyebrows pinch. “What are you doing here?”
“I had to see you after what happened earlier. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
I nod once. “Just had a therapy session. I wanted to hear your voice.”
Caleb’s expression collapses. “I wanted to talk, but my father showed up, and we were in the middle of a heated conversation. I couldn’t risk him seeing me distracted.”
My lips part. “Oh…that’s okay.”
“When I know he’s coming over, or makes an appearance, I’ll mindlink you the wordredso we don’t go through this again. I don’t want you thinking I’m ignoring you.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry,” he says again before kissing my forehead. “How did your session go?”
“It went alright,” I admit. “I said more than in the first two sessions. A lot more. It was painful, but I managed to get a lot off my chest.”
“Yeah?” Caleb’s eyes soften. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I whisper. “You didn’t have to come over.”
