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toward them, they stood to attention and saluted.
    Joel returned the salute. “At ease. Good ploy, Pamela. I’m impressed. Before you head off to the showers, was anyone here close to Ellie?”
    Pamela nodded. “We hung out sometimes, sir. Have you found her? Have you brought her back?”
    Joel blushed. “She’s not coming. Walk with me, Pam. There’s something I need to discuss with you. Dismissed, gentlemen.”
    Pamela retied the turquoise ribbon in her hair. “I thought you were going to sponsor her into the Tundra Toughs. She might not be a shifter, but once the unattached males taste her cooking, she certainly won’t lack for suitors.”
    Joel growled, angry at the thought of his pack mates pawing Ellie. His guilt hit him like a battering ram. He didn’t want her, but he hated the idea of other males—and most of them were all-right guys—courting her either.
    Brotherly protectiveness, he supposed. Yeah, right. Who am I kidding?
    Breathe. Smile. Get Pamela on my side . She’d make him a good lieutenant when she’d served her two-year stint in the forces. He shook his head. “She going to open a cake shop in the mundane world instead. She bribed a recruit with an apple pie, on condition he took her back to Whitby. I need someone to keep an eye on her, and it looks as though you’re it. Of course, I’ll pay you for your time.”
    “Do I detect a guilty conscience, sir? I’ve been tight with Ellie. She’s got guts, and I certainly don’t need paying to be her friend.”
    “Report to me as soon as you hear anything. Dismissed.” He saluted and returned to his quarters.
    Pamela grinned and flashed away. Whitby was a hotbed of otherworld connections, but without magic Ellie couldn’t use them. Again Joel thought Pamela would make a great asset when he took over as pack alpha. Much as he hated the new cook for pushing Ellie away, he hated himself more. If it wasn’t almost the new moon, and Ellie hadn’t run, he’d have kept his cock to himself…maybe. They’d both enjoyed their steaming-hot sex, but he couldn’t sponsor one of his cast-off lovers into this pack. His unknown fiancée would be justifiably pissed if he did.
    Joel needed to finish his final report. Words blurred on the paper, and he kept seeing the hurt in Ellie’s eyes. Had there been tears on her lashes? He hoped not, but he felt certain a dewdrop had shimmered on her cheek. Gods, he’d deserved that slap, but she’d hit him so hard she’d shocked him. He’d hurt her, and it was too late to do anything about it.
    If he could only think straight and get Ellie out of his head, he’d finish this damn report in no time. He gathered up his paperwork and returned to his quarters. Tonight was supposed to be his farewell dinner, but without Ellie to serve it, it would taste like ash.
    Once he’d done his duty to his men, he’d try to sleep, but he knew he’d dream of Ellie. Tomorrow, he was heading home for good. He’d miss all things military, especially his close working relationship with King Caleb. They’d stay friends, formal in public, relaxed in private, but it was time to move on.
    His inner wolves howled at how he’d mistreated Ellie. Furious with himself, he slammed his fist into the wardrobe door. Wood splintered, and his knuckles dripped blood. Crimson spots dotted the floor, but he ignored them and stared out at the camp.
    He had a fiancée to meet and a pack to run. Then why did thoughts of Ellie, with her luminous green eyes and sweet fuck-me smile, turn him inside out?
    “Sod it,” Joel cursed, then balled up his report and started over.
    He’d give anything to go after Ellie and kiss away any tears she cried. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful and that making love to her made his life complete. Engaged man, remember? Dad jumped at a chance to ally with the Desert Marauder pack. Condemned to marry a woman I’ve never met. And it’s my own stupid fault . If he pulled out of the arrangement, it might spark