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“Tada! Present. It’s from all of us. But mostly me, because it was my idea. I’m awesome. You’re welcome.”

Christine opened it, as baffled as he was. Her pretty mouth fell open after she read it, and she passed it on to Hunter.

Fuck.

“Is that seriously—”

“Our pride and the pack are fraternal. It’s all official and stamped by the council. That means Rye and I and Jason, plus your Alpha female when you get one, are going to make all big decisions together, going forward. If they go to war, we pool our resources to help; if we’re at war, they come to help, too. That’s an alliance on crack.”

“And,” Clari said, “the added benefit is that we need people who go to and from the pack on an ongoing basis. That’s you guys. Chris is our ambassador, and you, Hunter, are the Vergas’.”

They hadn’t made him choose; he could have his family and his mate.

“I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Shoes,” Clari suggested. “Shoes are always the answer.”

Every female nodded gravely, like her reply was wisdom itself.

The End.