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How?

She holds up a finger. Working on it.

She's not working on it.

She's staring at the migraine mask like it's the funniest thing she's ever seen, and I can see her shoulders shaking from here.

She waves a hand in front of Thane's face.

Nothing.

She waves closer. Still nothing.

She looks back at me, delighted, and signs, He's SO asleep.

Just touch his shoulder, I sign. Like a normal person.

She gives me a look that says we are not normal with a touch of where's the fun in that, which is true, and turns back to Thane. She leans carefully over him to look for signs he's actually waking up.

But there's no way to tell.

Not with the electric blue gel mask covering every inch of his face except for his nose and mouth.

It's the inverse of my mask.

And it's so fucking funny to me, I have to brace my hand on the wall to fight back whatever horrible sound a feral alpha makes when he laughs.

A snarl rips out of me.

FUCK.

Thane tears off the migraine mask with a confused snarl of his own and his eyes land on Ivy perched at the foot of his bed in the dark, looming over him.

He screams.

Chapter 37

Thane

"WHAT THE EVERLOVING FFFFF⁠—"

My body moves before my brain catches up. I jackknife upright, sheets tangling around my legs, one hand already flying for the nightstand where I keep absolutely nothing useful because I'm a hockey goalie, not a fucking soldier like Whiskey who probably keeps hand grenades in his drawer.

Whiskey who's thundering up the hallway.

Wraith slams his full weight against my door just as the doorknob jerks from the outside. The wood groans against Wraith's mass.

"THANE?" Whiskey's already at full volume, his bellowing drowning out Wraith's huffing growls. His eye peeks through for a split second as the door cracks open, but then Wraith slams it shut again. "THANE, WHAT THE FUCK—Wraith, are you holding the goddamn door shut?"

Ivy cups her hands around her mouth and yells at the door.

"EVERYTHING'S FINE! GO BACK TO PACK BONDING!"

Silence.

Then Valek's barking laugh, and Plague's muffled, barely awake groaning. "Oh my gods..."

"We're all getting freaky tonight, huh?" Whiskey asks, his voice moving further down the hall. "Hey, I'm not gonna judge. Ivy likes masked dudes. Thane's weird-ass migraine mask totally counts."