Where The Ice Gives Way novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 Cursed

Blake

1. The word is ugly, and every wolf in the house feels the weight of it. Charlie’s anger rips through him so fast it almost comes off his efore it can go any further, Dad lifts a hand, and the whole room bends around it. He then takes one measured step forward, putting

squarely back in control of his own house. “Who told you about the white wolf?”

That’s not really any of your business.”

“You walked into my home, called my people wolves like it was something dirty, and called one of them cursed. It became my business the

second you crossed my threshold.” The older man’s mouth twists in anger, but he doesn’t back down. “I’m not here for a history lesson, Alpha. I’m here to collect my kids so we can get on the road again.” Something in me goes hot, and Lex bristles so hard it feels like my skin has tightened around him. No. He growls low in my chest. Charlie does the same. We step in front of Charlotte together without needing to look at each other, shoulder to shoulder, a wall made of anger and instinct and one very clear answer. “You’re not taking them anywhere,” I say. Their father’s eyes flash with barely kept rage He looks past me like I’m something between an obstacle and an insult. My Dad raises a hand again

before the room can tip into that

separate them. They will alw

clearly not that. He looks

hundreds of rogues co

voice is calm when

does.” Charlot

Charlie

erous,

er and my son are mates,” he says, voice low and absolute. “It will do you no good to try and

o each other.” Charlotte’s father goes rigid from that. Whatever he was expecting, it was and fear twist together in his face so tightly. “And what will you do,” he asks my Dad, “when le day? What then?” Mum steps up beside Dad and places one hand lightly on his arm. Her eel under every single word. “We will protect both of the children. That is what a good pack th no humour in it at all. “You can’t protect them. No one can keep them safe.” He points past

hat is a walking target.”

quiet, but it vibrates through the room like something much bigger standing just under his skin. “She,” he “is not a thing.” He throws his hands up and looks at Charlie instead, trying a different angle. “Come His voice roughens. “We have to run. We have to keep moving.” Charlie doesn’t even hesitate; he stays planted lifted just enough to make it clear he is done being spoken down to. “We’re tired of running.” His father’s face o change the world. She’s going to save the rogues and bring back their humanity.”

he snaps. “She’s cursed. She will always be cursed.” His hand cuts through the air, wild with something close to

e around her is cursed.”

stop listening to him. Over my shoulder, I look back at Charlotte. She’s silent and pale and breathing too hard. Tears are face without a sound. The sight of it hits me like a blow, and everything else in the room falls away. I turn, and her eyes lift and wet and trying so hard to hold together that it hurts to look at. I don’t say anything. I take her hand. Her fingers are cold lide into mine. The voices behind us blur into low, rough noise the second we step into the hall. I hear Gareth say something, hear der tone underneath it, hear Charlie still in there, standing his ground, but none of it matters as much as the girl beside me trying all apart one breath at a time. I take her to the little window seat at the end of the hall. The second we stop, she turns into me, and I my arms around her, pulling her head to my chest. My arms close around her shoulders and back, holding her there while her breathing tters hard and then breaks into somethin

rips the back of my shirt in both hap

ears through me clean, and I lear

though she’s fighting it. I de

one side of her face in m

steadiness I have

e she can

v shirt. I press my mouth briefly to the top of her head. “Lotry.” She

early miss it. “Do you think I’m cursed?” The question

k from crying, lashes wet, mouth trembling even

rt the man who put that look on her face. I cup harlotte,” I say, quieter now, forcing every bit my thumb and pull her back against me

my mate shakes in my arms, her whole world imploding, and still somehow

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Chapter 77 Cursed

mayamanding Holding her there, feeling the fragile weight of her and the also her father in thr

I will protect her, all of her, hot body, her heart and her soul

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still a bastard!

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