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I know she’s listening to me—I can feel it in my heart.

The table next to her bed fills with presents from everyone that cares about her.

Some are from my pack, and as her pile of gifts grows, so does my affection for them.

April is important to me, so she’s important to them.

By the end of the week, the doctors tell us she should be well enough to wake up soon.

I almost cry with relief.

Tammy does.

Vincent is there that night to pick me up, but he hesitates as he walks me to his car.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him as his scent sours.

He’s nervous.

I can still sense his trepidation as he looks at me in the moonlight.

“I don’t want to wait any longer,” he says simply, his gaze intense.

I blink. “I’m lost,” I say.

He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m not good at this,” he mutters. “And I should have told you sooner, and I know the timing is off since we’re already in a pack, but…”

I frown. “Tell me what?”

Anxiety bubbles in my stomach.

Maybe he’s changing his mind, maybe he doesn’t want?—

“I love you,” he says, and my panic dissipates. “I imagined a more…romantic setting when I told you,” he adds, gesturing to the hospital building, “but I know Landon and River had already told you, and I wanted to give you this as soon as possible.” He fishes something out of his pocket and hands it to me.

It’s a small black velvet box.

My mouth falls open. “Vincent, what?—”

“It’s from all of us,” he adds hurriedly. “And you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, and it doesn’t have to mean—” he stops himself, and his face flushes.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” I tell him, and he scowls.

“I’m not nervous,” he growls. “I don’t get nervous.”

“Sure,” I tease, cradling the box in my hands.

“Like I said, you don’t have to wear it,” he repeats.

“You’re ridiculous,” I say to him, sensing his anxiety. “I’m happy with whatever this is.”

I hold my breath as I open the box, and when I see what’s inside, I almost pass out.

“It’s platinum,” Vincent adds. “Not silver.”

I don’t bother telling him it could have been made of barbed wire and I would still love it.

But this is far better.

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