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story, Ward swallowed convulsively. "I want to meet him," he whispered.
    "I expected that you might," Mathias replied. "I told him about you, and he looks forward to meeting you."
    Mathias didn't say it, but he knew that it had hurt Will to leave his family behind. He hadn't regretted it. Jessie had always been the most important thing for him, and he'd seen everything he'd done for Jessie's sake at justified. Still, he'd mourned the news of his brothers' deaths during the war, and later, due to old age. But these weren't Mathias's secrets or his emotions to share, and he couldn't reveal them to his mate.
    However, there was something else he needed to address. "Before I lead you to him, I have to explain his situation. Because of his pregnancy, he hasn't aged, so he looks the same as he did when he left Willow Cove. And Jessie... Well, the reason I came here is that he and some of their closest friends are starting a new pack, and he's pregnant too.
    For a few moments, he waited for a reaction, knowing that most likely it would not be a good one. He could see it in Ward's eyes, in his tense stance. That didn't mean it didn't hurt when Ward whispered, "Please let go of me."
    The tone was so soft, but it burned over Mathias's skin like a brand. He released his mate, his wolf whining with the rejection he heard. Ward cradled his arm to his chest, like Mathias had genuinely hurt him, although that couldn't have been the case.
    "I need some time to wrap my mind around this," he continued. "Don't come to the house again."
    Without another word, the human turned and started to walk away. Mathias just stood there and stared helplessly, his magic and his wolf screaming in pain as he lost the mate he'd found after so long.
    He couldn't bring himself to move until Ward had already gone, disappearing into the distance toward his house. It was only then that he managed to turn away as well, his head spinning as he tried to figure out how he'd managed to screw up so badly.
    He'd known Ward's history made Mathias's relationship with Will a potential problem. Fuck. He should have been more tactful. He should have explained better. He'd failed his mate.
    A part of him screamed to just return to his den and lick his wounds in private, but instead, Mathias found his steps carrying him to the Lone Wolf Pack cabin. It was well into the evening when he got there, but he was in luck. Dean and Will were outside, chatting and laughing lightly.
    Dean was the one who felt Mathias first. The Alpha turned, his eyes meeting Mathias's in the darkness. Something must have clued him in with regard to how Mathias felt, because he nodded in silent acknowledgment. He squeezed Will's hand, and then turned and headed into the house.
    Once Dean was gone, Will immediately focused on Mathias. "What is it, Matt? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
    "I think... I think I lost him."
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    A few days later
    Ward wiped his brow of sweat and critically scanned the portion of the roof within his view. As far as he could tell, he'd done a good job patching up the unexpected hole. Hopefully, he wouldn't have any unpleasant surprises the next time it rained.
    He'd started to go down the staircase when he heard the car approaching. Ward jumped down and turned toward the road, squinting even as a spark of hope swelled in his heart—one he desperately tried to suppress.
    Mathias hadn't come to see him at all since their argument. Ward had given a lot of thought to what Mathias had told him, and at some level, he realized he couldn't blame the werewolf for keeping the secret. He also couldn't blame Mathias for any relationship the man had before they'd met. It would have been stupid. God only knew Ward had been involved with someone too, and he was much, much younger than Mathias.
    Still, it had hurt to see Mathias speak with such fondness of his great-uncle, smiling in that way Ward had hoped was reserved only for him. It was too easy to remember how things had