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it?”
    Brighton glared down at the notepad, sickened by what he would have to write. Because he wanted her to be better in bed for him.
    “He hurt her?” Denison’s voice wrenched up a couple notches in volume.
    Brighton’s shirt was constricting him, making it hard to draw a full breath. He nodded and dropped his eyes to the molding that ran along the bottom of the wall. In his middle, his insides were churning like rough seas, and his bear was pulsing against his veins, ravenous for escape just thinking about Connor hurting her.
    “Brighton?” Tagan asked, warning in his voice. “Do we have a problem here?”
    Shallow breaths racked Brighton’s chest as he squeezed his eyes closed and tried to focus on not falling apart. Not now. He had to hold on until Denison and Tagan left.
    “Stop your Change,” Tagan ordered. “Now.” His snarling bear settled under his alpha’s demand. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal, and he cracked his eyes open.
    “What the fuck, man?” Denison asked. “Should I be worried about you?”
    I’m fine , Brighton mouthed, hands clenched.
    He didn’t like the way Tagan was looking at him, as if he was studying something he’d never seen before. Curling his lip, Brighton turned and left the room. And for that matter, he left the entire house. He needed fresh air to clear his head.
    “Can you handle this on your own?” Tagan asked, following behind. “Brighton!” Tagan jerked his arm and spun him around. “Can you?”
    Brighton leveled his alpha a look and nodded. He scribbled angry, oversize letters across an entire sheet of paper. She’s mine.
    “Nobody is disputing that. Connor has no claim on her from hell, man. What I’m asking is do you need to bring her back to the trailer park so we can all take care of her?”
    Brighton’s shoulders slumped, and he sat heavily on the top porch stair. Miserably, he shook his head and wrote, I know her bear. I get glimpses of her when Everly is seizing. She won’t be able to handle the crowds. Not sick. She’ll never Change if I bring her to the Ashe Crew. I have to do this on my own.
    Denison pulled the notebook from his grasp and read it, his lips moving slightly as he did. “This is a lot, Brigh. If she dies—”
    Brighton shot up and wrapped his fingers around Denison’s throat, cutting off his sentence. She won’t , he mouthed.
    Denison pushed him off and rubbed his neck. “Sorry,” his brother said low. “I shouldn’t have said that. If anyone said that about Danielle… Look, I’m sorry.”
    Brighton raked his hands through his hair and watched his alpha and brother get into the truck and turn slowly around in the front yard.
    Denison rolled down the front window. “I know Tagan already asked you to come, but I need you there when I marry Danielle.” He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug. “I need you to be my best man.”
    I wouldn’t miss it, Brighton mouthed. He offered Denison the most reassuring smile he could muster, then watched them pull away until Tagan’s taillights disappeared completely. A deep, aching loneliness filled him, yawning wider and wider until it threatened to swallow him up completely.
    Now, he needed to Change just to forget all of these pestering, painful human emotions.

Chapter Eight
    “Brighton?” Everly squinted at the late afternoon sunlight that filtered through the single open window. It smelled like rain and flowers. And fur.
    Pulling her nose to her shoulder and inhaling, she realized the scent of animal was coming from her. She sighed and rolled onto her back. “Why won’t you come out? I can feel you right there. What are you so scared of?”
    Everly knew exactly what. Connor, but how did she explain to that part of herself that Connor didn’t exist in this realm anymore and would never hurt her again? She didn’t understand anything about Changing or the animal that was such a big part of her now. A sense of disconnection loomed over her, as if she didn’t have