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The stiffness in his shoulders slowly eased. “I’m sorry, too. I know in the past, I haven’t made it easy for you to be open with me. I can’t really blame you for being so quick to react.”

From the moment we met, Night and I were both quick to argue, but it had been months. We’d both made strides to be more open with each other.

“Still…I can’t react like you’re the person you used to be,” I said. “How can we move forward in our relationship if I’m holding on to that baggage?” I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing my cheek to his back. “I don’t want to stay in one place. I want to make the same sort of progress that we’re making with the packs. I love you, Night, and I don’t ever want you to think that I don’t.”

He turned in my arms and hugged me properly. “I know you do, baby. I love you, too.”

I let out a small, contented sigh and let him go. “I’m glad we’ve reached the point where we can be honest with each other about our feelings,” I said. “I know we’re not perfect, bu