“I can’t stay here,” I whispered. There were countless reasons why. Half their pack didn’t want me, and who knew which of Ender’s sources had figured out my link to the Red River pack? I didn’t know whether that information had gotten back to my father. I couldn’t stay here. Not anymore. “If you leave, we’re going with you.” There was a defiance and certainty to Locke’s voice I’d never heard before. “Locke—” “We’re with you,” he growled. Puck picked up his massage again. “He’s right, Birdie. You’re ours, and we’re yours. We go where you do.” My eyes stung, the same burn lighting in my throat.
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