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The crow flew in my face again. “Friends of mine. Where is the soldier?”

“They took him,” I growled.

Morrigan’s caw rattled my bones. “Who took him?”

“A giant fucking fist!”

“I should’ve known. He’s never going to stop.” The crow flapped harder. “Wait, where are you going now?”

“To get my mate.” I slid onto the passenger seat. “The big building with the antenna on top. We need to go there.”

“The media department?” Marcus asked.

“Whatever it’s called,” I said. “It’s where Roman is. I can feel it.”

The vehicle lurched forward, moving faster than it had any right to move, but knowing how Marcus drove, it made sense.

Thankfully the guys in the back helped keep Katrina and Charles secure as we bounced along the streets.

The skinny, taller male tapped Marcus on the shoulder. “Uh, Staff Sergeant, there are crows and some angry women following us.”

“I’ll drive faster.” The vehicle roared under his coaxing, metal grinding as my heart pounded harder, feeling that tug in my chest.

We were getting closer.

We’re going to save him.

I couldn’t let myself focus on any other outcome or think of the odds stacked against us. Roman was my mate, and he’d come back for me. Now it was my turn to be there for him.

This wasn’t a romance novel, that much was true, but I’d still be the heroine if I had to. Now that I knew what was missing, I couldn’t go back to the way things were before. I needed my mate.

Even if that meant giving up my pack.

The realization dawned on me that I’d already done as much, choosing to return to the human city with him instead of staying in Cerberus.

What did that say about me as an Alpha?

Maybe Kera was right, and I wasn’t ready to lead a pack. But I belonged here in this moment. I wasn’t backing down from the fight. Not while I still had breath in my body and the will to protect what was mine.

“You’re sure this was the building?” Marcus asked as the vehicle slowed to a stop.

I nodded. “You guys stay here. I can save him.”

“Ma’am?” One of the men said. “With all due respect, who will save you?”

I laughed as I stepped outside. The breeze blew back my hair when the crow and warrior female deities rushed past.

“Don’t worry about me,” I told him before I slammed the door shut. “I’m still an alpha wolf.”

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Roman

The gunshot rang loudly in the empty space and the sound continued to echo in my ears as Ares—the Greek god of war—was blown backwards by my bullet.

He didn’t bleed.

I’d been right about that. But it was enough of a blow to buy me a few extra seconds as the Roman god of war judged me with those gunmetal gray eyes.