XANDER POV “Fletcher, you and I will-” I start, looking up from the map, the words failing as I see his guilt-ridden face. “What?” The question lashing out like a whip, not in the mood to deal with more. We have been here nearly ten minutes from the time the last person entered the room. “Charity made us promise to stick together,” Matt grumbles, looking none too happy about the responsibility. “And when did she become the fucking Alpha?” I sigh, exasperated, but I can understand her worry. “Fine, whatever. Andrew is with me, then?” “I would prefer that, anyway. I made a promise to my mate,” Andrew includes, his chest puffing with pride. His words not taking me by surprise, the pair is made for each other. If we weren’t in the middle of this nightmare, I’d be celebrating their union, but more important matters loom. “Well then, it’s decided,” I agree, dividing the other warriors in the room. Pairing rogues with pack members so that we all have a way to communicate with each other.
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