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He glances at his shoulder as if he’d almost forgotten about it.

“It’ll heal. I’m a bear.”

A laugh escapes me. It comes out dangerously close to a sob.

“You okay?”

I nod, although tears are starting to blur my vision. “You found me.”

His expression softens. “Of course I did.”

The sirens grow louder.

I keep one hand pressed against Dr Whitmore’s shoulder and look at my mate.

Of course he did.

26

Hannah

By the time Torin and I finally leave the sheriff’s department, it’s almost dark.

My father is in a cell.

Dr Whitmore is at the hospital with a bullet wound through his shoulder, which apparently looks considerably worse than it is. And Professor Bennett is in the process of being released.

I should probably feel something about the fact that my father is sitting behind the same bars he intended for Bennett.

Mostly, I’m exhausted.

My phone rings as Torin and I cross the parking lot.

I don’t recognize the number. “Hello?”

“Hannah?”

I stop. “Professor Bennett?”

“Jesus Christ. Hannah, are you okay?”

Hearing his voice is such a relief. “Yes. I’m okay.”

“Where are you?”

“At the sheriff’s department.”

“Are you there voluntarily?”

“Yes. I am.”

He breathes out. “Okay. What the hell happened? Were you at my cabin?”

“Yes.”

“I knew it.” He lets out a groan. “Did they find you there?”

“No.”