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“Yes, I’ve been carrying the responsibility since my parents died.” I managed a bitter smile. “Claire stepped in to help -she’d been my mother’s closest friend and advisor. Without her guidance, I probably would have destroyed everything my family had built.”
Callie was quiet for a long moment, processing everything I’d revealed. Then she took a deep breath, her expression growing determined.
“Cameron,” she said, her voice stronger than it had been since she’d awakened. “The Moon Goddess told me something else. About seeking justice for the past, about healing more than just wounds. What if… what if our parents’ deaths are connected?”
The possibility had occurred to me, of course. Two pack massacres, both involving betrayal from within, both targeting Alpha families with specific bloodlines. But I’d buried the suspicion along with everything else that hurt too much to examine.
“It’s possible,” I admitted reluctantly. “But Callie, investigating something like that would be dangerous. We’d be stirring up old enemies, people with everything to lose if the truth came out.”
“Then we do it carefully,” she said, her emerald eyes blazing with a determination I’d never seen before. “We find out what really happened to both our families. We get justice for the people we lost.”
Callie’s POV
“Cameron,” I said quietly, my voice still rough from exhaustion. “About the Northern Ridge Pack… when you merged those territories after your parents died, did you absorb any survivors from my family’s pack?”
His blue eyes sharpened with interest. “Some, yes. After what happened to your parents, the remaining wolves were scattered and vulnerable. Most were grateful for the protection and stability our pack could offer.”
My heart began to race with sudden hope. “Are any of them still with you? People who might remember my parents, who could tell me about my childhood before…” I swallowed hard. “Before Elizabeth and Victor took me in?”
“Several, actually, maybe. But I’m not sure whether they are alive now.” Cameron’s expression grew thoughtful.
“I want to find them and meet them,” I said, trying to keep the desperate edge out of my voice. “I need to know who I really am, who my parents were before they died.”
Cameron was quiet for a moment, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on the back of my hand. “The Northern Ridge territory is about a four-hour drive from here. The old lodge is still standing.”
“I need to go there,” I said, the words coming out with more urgency than I’d intended. “Cameron, I need to see where I came from, to understand my heritage. These abilities I have, the healing power -I think it’s connected to that place, to my bloodline.”
His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Callie, the northern territories aren’t entirely safe right now. With the increased rogue activity, the border incidents -“
“Then come with me,” I interrupted, then immediately shook my head. “No, actually, don’t. Adrian needs stability right now, and you have pack business to handle. I can go alone.”
“Like hell you can,” Cameron said, his voice carrying enough alpha authority to make the medical equipment hum in response. “You’re not going anywhere dangerous without protection, especially not when you’re still recovering from whatever happened today.”
I opened my mouth to argue, then closed it as I saw the implacable determination in his expression. We stared at each other for a long moment, neither willing to back down.
“How about a compromise?” I suggested finally, though I could see from his expression that he wasn’t going to like what I was about to propose.
“I’m listening.”
“I go to the Northern Ridge territory to meet these survivors, to learn about my parents and my heritage. You stay here with Adrian and handle whatever urgent pack business is keeping you up all night.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Cameron, be reasonable -“
“No.” He stood abruptly, his movement sharp and predatory as he began pacing the small space. “You’re talking about traveling alone to a remote area where we’ve had multiple security incidents. You’re still weak from using powers you don’t fully understand.”
“I can take care of myself,” I said, though even I could hear how weak that sounded after everything that had happened.
“Can you?” Cameron turned to face me, his blue eyes blazing with intensity.
The frustration in his voice made my own temper flare. “So what are you suggesting? That I hide here in Silver Moon Harbor like some delicate flower while other people make all the important decisions about my life?” I crossed my arms and lifted my chin defiantly. “I’ve spent five years proving I can take care of myself and my son. I’m not about to start playing the helpless omega now just because you’ve decided to go all caveman on me.”
“Caveman?” Cameron’s eyebrows shot up, and despite his obvious frustration, I caught the hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I prefer ‘protective mate,’ thank you very much.”
“Same thing,” I shot back, though I could feel my own lips twitching with suppressed laughter. “Next you’ll be telling me I need a bodyguard to go grocery shopping.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he muttered, running his hands through his hair.
We stared at each other across the small room like children having a standoff over the last piece of cake. Despite the serious nature of our discussion, there was something almost ridiculous about two grown werewolves glaring at each other with matching stubborn expressions.
Finally, I sighed dramatically and flopped back against my pillows. “Look, you big overprotective Alpha,” I said, unable to keep the affection out of my voice despite my exasperation. “You have a pack to run, a business empire to manage, and warriors who actually listen to your orders without arguing back every five minutes.”
“Hey -” he started to protest.
“And,” I continued, holding up a finger to silence him, “Adrian needs stability. He’s just started getting attached to you, and Ophelia has already done more than anyone should ever have to do for us. I can’t ask her to basically become a single parent while we both go gallivanting off on some personal heritage quest.”
Cameron opened his mouth, probably to deliver some perfectly logical counterargument, but I pressed on before he could derail my momentum.
“Besides,” I said, warming to my theme and gesticulating with the kind of animated passion that would have embarrassed me under normal circumstances, “this is something I need to do for myself.”
Cameron stared at me for a long moment, his expression cycling through frustration, exasperation, and something that looked suspiciously like fondness. Then he threw back his head and laughed -a rich, genuine sound that filled the sterile medical room with warmth.
“You know what?” he said, his voice still bubbling with mirth. “You’re absolutely right. Here I am, trying to protect a woman who just saved my entire warrior unit from certain death, as if you’re some fragile thing that can’t handle a road trip.”
“Exactly!” I said triumphantly, then narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “Wait. You’re giving in way too easily. What’s the catch?”
His grin widened, taking on that wicked quality that always made my stomach do gymnastics. “Oh, there’s definitely a catch. You’re marching into that training facility and accepting the hero’s welcome you’ve earned. They are waiting for you.”
Callie’s POV
The moment I stepped through the doors of the Nightshadow Pack training facility, a thunderous roar of applause erupted from every corner of the warehouse space. My face immediately burned with embarrassment as I took in the sight before me -dozens of warriors, medics, and support staff had gathered, their faces beaming with genuine warmth and respect that I’d never experienced in my life.
“There she is!” Ben Thompson’s voice boomed above the noise, his broad grin splitting his scarred face as he pushed through the crowd toward me. “The miracle worker herself!”
I tried to shrink back against Cameron’s solid presence behind me, but his hand settled firmly on the small of my back, offering both support and gentle encouragement.
“I really don’t think this is necessary,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the continued applause. “I was just doing what anyone would do -“
“Like hell you were,” Marcus interrupted gruffly, though his usual scowl had been replaced by something that almost resembled a smile. “What you did yesterday… I’ve been fighting for years, and I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Ben stepped forward, his eyes bright with emotion. “You saved my life, Callie. These hands,” he gestured toward my still-tingling palms, “brought me back from the edge of death. How do you thank someone for something like that?”
“You don’t need to thank me,” I said quickly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gratitude. “Really, I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“Okay?” Lucas’s familiar voice cut through the crowd as he made his way toward us, moving with the fluid grace of someone who hadn’t nearly bled to death less than twenty-four hours ago. “Ben, she didn’t just make us okay -she made us better than new. Look at this.”
He rolled up his sleeve to reveal his left arm, the one that had been shattered beyond repair during the rogue attack. The skin was perfect, unmarked by so much as a scratch, but the muscle definition seemed enhanced, more pronounced than I remembered.
“The healing didn’t just fix the damage,” Lucas continued, flexing his fingers with obvious wonder. “It strengthened everything. I feel like I could bench press a truck.”
Riley appeared at Lucas’s elbow, her auburn hair pulled back in its usual practical ponytail, but her cheeks were flushed with something that had nothing to do with physical exertion. She’d barely looked away from Lucas since he’d started speaking, her eyes tracking his every movement with an intensity that made my inner matchmaker sit up and take notice.
I watched Riley’s gaze drift back to Lucas’s arm, her professional interest clearly battling with something much more personal. When Lucas caught her staring and flashed one of his devastating smiles, the flush on her cheeks deepened to crimson.
“Well, well,” I said quietly, pitched just loud enough for the two of them to hear. “Is there something you’d like to share with the class?”
Riley’s mouth dropped open in shock, while Lucas’s grin widened to almost dangerous proportions.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” Riley said primly, though she couldn’t quite meet my eyes. “I’m simply conducting a thorough medical assessment of the healing results.”
“Very thorough,” Lucas agreed solemnly, though his eyes were dancing with mischief.
“Oh my God,” Riley breathed, her face now approximately the color of a ripe tomato. “You’re both terrible.”
The crowd around us had begun to disperse, warriors returning to their training routines but with an energy and enthusiasm that seemed elevated from yesterday. Several of them called out friendly greetings as they passed, their earlier skepticism about having an omega in their facility completely evaporated.
As the afternoon progressed, I found myself working alongside Riley to organize medical supplies while keeping one eye on Lucas’s training session. The beta was definitely showering off for Riley’s benefit, his movements more elaborate and athletic than strictly necessary for the basic sparring exercises he was supposed to be conducting.
“He’s going to hurt himself,” Riley muttered, though her eyes never left his form as he executed a particularly impressive spinning kick that sent his sparring partner stumbling backward.
“He’s not the one I’m worried about,” I replied, noting the way Riley’s hands had gone still on the gauze she’d been rolling. “When was the last time you actually paid attention to inventory instead of staring at his abs?”
“I am not staring at his abs,” Riley protested unconvincingly.
“Right. And I’m the Queen of England.”
Riley shot me a glare that could have melted steel. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Some other people’s love lives to meddle in?”
“Nope,” I said cheerfully, settling more comfortably into my chair. “This is much more entertaining than filing reports.”
Lucas chose that moment to remove his training shirt, ostensibly to wipe sweat from his face but more likely to give Riley a clear view of the enhanced physique my healing had apparently gifted him. The move had the desired effect -Riley made a small, involuntary sound that was part gasp and part whimper.
“Sweet Moon Goddess,” she breathed, her hands going still on the medical supplies. “That should be illegal.”
“Why don’t you go tell him that?” I suggested innocently.
“I absolutely cannot and will not -“
“Riley,” Lucas’s voice called out across the training floor, warm with genuine affection. “Could you check this wrap on my wrist? I think I might have pulled something during that last combination.”
I watched with growing amusement as Riley approached Lucas, her professional demeanor warring with obvious attraction. The chemistry between them was so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.
“Let me see,” Riley said softly, taking Lucas’s offered hand in both of hers. Her touch was gentle but thorough as she examined his wrist, her fingers tracing along the tendons with professional skill.
“Does this hurt?” she asked, applying gentle pressure to a specific point.
“A little,” Lucas said, though his voice had grown rough in a way that suggested his discomfort wasn’t entirely physical. “Maybe you should… check more thoroughly.”
Their faces were inches apart now, Riley’s examination becoming increasingly unnecessary as she lingered over each movement, each test of flexibility and range of motion. The air around them practically sparkled with sexual tension.
