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He was her cousin, but he was also the alpha of this small pack, was able to get four very strong men to follow him. That wasn’t an easy thing to do.
    “What happened to you after, Sylvie?” Jacque asked. “Where did you go? Why didn’t you contact one of us?” He motioned to Louis and Armand as he spoke.
    She picked up her mug and took a sip of the hot, strong coffee. It helped steady her frayed nerves. “I couldn’t risk contacting anyone, not while Andre still lived.” They thought they knew how ruthless her mate was, but they had no idea to what depths the man would sink to in order to get his own way. She’d protected her brother by staying away from him, by playing dead.
    Armand was sitting next to her and he reached out and took her hand in his. His gaze was tortured and she could see his budding comprehension. “You were protecting me, weren’t you?”
    Sylvie swallowed hard. It might be the kinder thing to do, but she wouldn’t lie to her brother. “Yes.”
    He closed his eyes and hung his head. When his hand slid away from hers, she wanted to howl in despair.
    “I’m sorry you felt you had to do that.”
    What could she say to her brother to make things better? Nothing. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come.” The words spilled out of her mouth, but she knew they were true. Armand had a mate now. He didn’t need her or her troubles.
    “No.” Surprisingly, it was Gator who spoke and not Armand. “You were right to come here. The world is no place for a wolf alone.”
    “Where did you go, Sylvie?” Louis asked. “How did you survive?”
    Her cousin often stood in his older brother’s shadow, but there were depths to Louis she didn’t think even he’d discovered yet. He was steady and strong, relentless in his efforts to protect Jacque. There was a sadness surrounding Louis and she wondered what had happened in his life since she’d last seen him. She’d missed so much.
    “I got on a bus and went out west for a while. I mostly worked as a waitress.”
    Cole’s mate nodded. “You can always find work and a lot of places don’t ask questions.”
    Sylvie got the feeling Cherise really did understand. She wondered what the other woman’s story was. How she’d come to be here with Cole and the rest of the pack.
    “I moved every six months and gradually worked my way back east.” She’d also lived in the woods from time to time when she’d been unable to find work. Those had been lonely, bleak times when she’d almost broken her silence and reached out.
    “What changed?” Armand asked.
    “Andre’s death.” Gator made the pronouncement with certainty. Sylvie wasn’t surprised he’d figured it out. He projected an easygoing image, but beneath it was an intense man with vast intelligence.
    “Yes. Andre’s death.” Even saying the words aloud, she wasn’t sure she believed them. Her mate had loomed like the grim reaper over her for years. It was difficult for her to accept he was actually gone.
    “How did you find out about that?” Jacque asked. Leave it to her cousin to hone in on that little tidbit. “It’s not like there was a funeral or an obituary note in the papers.”
    Sylvie rubbed her hand over the blanket, feeling the soft fabric beneath the pads of her fingertips. “I finally got the courage to make contact with someone in the pack.”
    Armand swore. “Are you crazy? Now they’ll all know you’re alive. Pierre will know.”
    She understood her brother’s anger. There was no telling what their former alpha might do if he discovered she’d fled the pack. “No. I trust this person implicitly.”
    “Who is it?” This wasn’t a question from cousin to cousin, but from the alpha of the pack. Jacque’s power seemed to rise, filling the room around them.
    Sylvie’s throat tightened as fear threatened to choke her. A strong arm wrapped around her shoulders. She should have felt trapped, should have jerked away. But she knew it belonged to Gator, and his support made