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smelled of crisp, fall rain, damp and cold and fresh.
    Each time my phone rang, I silenced it.  I’d given up on looking at the caller display after the fifth call.  I didn’t want to know what Dad had to say.  Okay, that wasn’t really true.  I wanted to know, the issue was I was a little freaked out that he was calling to tell me that the team had been caught.
    Okay, so that was probably a ridiculous worry.  Dad had been trying to convince Aidan to stick around.  He’d wanted to talk to us.  He’d even hinted that the cougars actually wanted something from us.  He was probably reaching out to me because Aidan had shot him down, but still, I was worried nonetheless.
    I pulled my arms around me, hugging myself tight in an attempt to stay semi-warm.  How had my day turned sour so quickly?  Just this morning, I’d woken up as the official mate of the alpha male of my pack.  We’d been smiling — happy — planning to spend a lazy day in bed.
    And then life happened.
    It was really the only way I could think about what took place this morning.  Life happened.   Because within the pack, Jared dying for his crimes was life happening, and if I let myself think about it any other way, I was pretty sure I’d fall apart.
    “Where’s Aidan?” a hard voice asked from behind me, cutting through my thoughts.
    I glanced over my shoulder.  Luken.  He’d healed up nicely from his run in with Jared this morning, not even a scratch left.  He looked annoyed and slightly hesitant as he closed the distance between us .  “Dom needed him for something,” I said on a sigh.
    “You’re shivering,” he said, stopping in front of me.  His arms folded over his chest, his biceps curling up thick with the movement. “Come inside.  Mac’s been looking for you.”
    “I’m not shivering,” I said, my teeth clattering as I said it.  I decided not to acknowledge that anyone was looking for me, because honestly, I wasn’t ready to deal with anyone (especially Marcy).  She’d want to talk about my feelings.  She’d want me to let it out.  And that was exactly why I was sitting outside freezing my butt off.
    My phone rang again, chirping and vibrating in my palm, and I quickly silenced it.
    Luken narrowed his eyes, looking down at my phone and then back up at me.  After a couple of beats of silence , he said, “That better not be your mate you hung up on.”
    “Really?” I hissed , and he narrowed his eyes further.  I gritted my teeth, giving him a pointed glare.  “It’s my dad.”
    Luken looked at me awkwardly for a moment as if he were realizing just how much of a jerk he was being.  He let out a muffled sigh, and unfolded his arms, taking a seat beside me.  His eyes warmed, although not by much.  “You should’ve answered it.”
    “He should be calling Aidan,” I countered, which was a ridiculous thing to say, and by the look I got, Luken thought so, too.  I was just as much an alpha as Aidan was, and the man (unfortunately) was my father.  Of course he’d call me.
    I glared at him a bit harder, seriously wishing he would vanish.  My glare didn’t faze him.  He made himself comfortable, propping his feet up on the bench.  He had a pair of boots on, the edge of his jeans stuck at the top of his boot on one side.  He unzipped his hoodie and shrugged it off, wrapping it around my shoulders, before leaning forward, resting his bare forearms on his knees.
    “You should’ve answered it,” he said again, but softer this time, almost caring.
    I glanced back down at my phone a nd muttered, “Dad hasn’t called me since he kicked me out.”  I met his eyes, and whispered, “What if the guys got caught?”
    “They weren’t caught,” he said.  He sounded completely confident in that.  “They’re smarter than that.  They’ll be back soon, Jade.”
    I hoped he was right, but that ounce of hope didn’t come close to chasing away all my doubts.  My shoulders slumped and I puffed out a