![]() Zachary still hovered in the reception area, enjoying the results of his handiwork. We were all in a state if high alert watching, waiting. Tension was thick in the air, so heavy I was sure that even the unwitting humans could sense it. I had no desire to see a man killed, and I really didn't want to see my boyfriend in the role of killer. As a victim of his, and man I hated that word, I'd had the right to watch him die. In accordance with Pack law he had been executed for his crimes, with Max as his executioner. Zachary was dead and I truthfully had no idea how I felt about that. After month of long conversations and beggin on Max's part, altough he'd deny it, I'd agreed to move in together. "It works out well for us though." He was right. "Not sure he thought you'd be interested, babe." Max waltzed in, a box under each muscled arm, not an ounce of strain on his face. ![]() "I still can't believe Jonas has a guest house and I never knew about it." Huffing, I dropped the heavy box to the floor, glad it was one of te last. Who knew that one of the missing pieces in my life was an arrogant, cocky, hot as sin werewolf? Letting down my guard and letting Max, and everything that came with him, in was a decision that I had never regretted. ![]() 6 months later Life with Max was.interesting.
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