Three weeks ago, after the fire. Ares POV After I got us both to safety, the packhouse collapsed. My heart clenched when I thought of those that didn’t make it outside on time. All that surrounded me was the scent of death. I tried to mind link to my pack members again, only there was no one to answer my calls. “Ares,” Carson said before he started coughing. I was by his side before his next breath could leave his lips. “We have to go,” I said while lifting him in my arms. There was no time to be weakened by the events that had happened, we needed to be strong again to find Jamie. Our mate. I need to make this right. This is all my fault. None of this would have happened if I had let Carson mark Jamie from the start. “Stop,” Carson said. My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “What is it? Are you hurt?” I asked while checking if he was injured. “Stop blaming yourself,” he said. “But it’s my fault, Carson,” I said. He shook his head, “you couldn’t have known
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