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“Come here, manamea.”
The apprehension climbing my insides gets harder to hide by the second. By the time Jonah settles me into his big body, it’s a relief to feel his thick arms close around me.
“You’re only sisters if you want to be,” he murmurs.
It’s the one sentence that’s brought me any measure of peace over the last few days.
Beside us, Avery nods. His fiery blue eyes meet mine, and the rage burning there somehow soothes me. “You know as well as I do that names on papers don’t mean jackshit, kitten. If you don’t like this chick or this pack, we never have to see them again. Ever.”
Spencer nods, his cool control flexing to fill the backseat along with his brother’s reassuring dominance.
“We can turn around and go home,” Tris offers. “Or we can meet them another time. It’s all up to you, baby. We’ll do anything you want.”
I know I have to do this. Because I have to know—all that time, was Wally doing more than keeping me in cruel isolation? Was he keeping me from my sister? The only real family I ever had a prayer of having?
Well, until my pack, anyway.
I blow out a deep breath, trying to fight off old fears. And failing. “Her alphas… did they seem nice when you talked to them?
My senator’s eyes soften while he reads whatever’s pulsing through our bond. “Yeah, baby,” he says quietly. “They did.”
Jonah hugs me tighter, nuzzling my temple with his forehead. “We’ll be with you the whole time,” he says into my hair. “And you know Avery will gut anyone who looks at you wrong.”
“There will be no gutting in a public park,” Spencer snaps, slanting Avery a warning look before flickering back to me. His shy half-smile appears—just for me. “Besides, I think Miss Thorne can throw her own punches now.”
Miss Thorne.
It’s the first time he’s ever said that. I’ve been waiting, hoping he would soon. And, maybe, one day, it will be Mrs. Thorne…
Maybe? Jonah bellows in my head, affronted.
Avery guffaws. The fuck you think you’re getting out of marrying us, too, kitten.
Yes, Spencer chimes dryly, I’m afraid that’s a foregone conclusion, darling.
Tristan pumps out a bit more of that big-knot dominance. Of course it is. I already ordered rings for her to choose from.
I feel myself smile despite the tangled mess in my middle. Rings. Of course he wouldn’t just pick one. He’s going to get me whatever I want. Even if I want a different one for each of them.
Thinking this, my fingers find the one piece of jewelry I arrived with, the hummingbird charm resting against my sternum. I fist it, remembering where it came from. Wondering if Remi has one, too.
“Okay. I’m ready.”
It’s easy to spot the Pierson pack.
Or, I should say—it’s impossible to miss them.
Their pack leader is every bit as put-together as mine—wearing a navy suit with a frilly pocket square that does not match his scowl. For a second, I’m almost intimidated… until I clock the huge alpha behind him.
Now that’s a frown.
Wow.
Not quite up to Avery’s standards, but he’s pretty close.
The only one smiling is the most handsome—a dark-haired, blue-eyed alpha who looks coiffed despite being in gray joggers and a white T-shirt. His expression glows as he talks to the small woman at his side, smoothing his thumb over her lower lip to release it from her teeth. She just pulls it right back in, though.
I know the feeling, sis.
