Wolf

I blink.

Then I look at Saint.

Then at Laney.

Then at the baby.

“Well,” I say. “About damn time.”

Havoc just stares.

Then he grins.

“You did it,” he says to Saint. “You finally did something that scares you more than getting shot at.”

Saint exhales. “You have no idea.”

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