Chapter 11
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“What? Jack! What?”
“Callum?”
“I’m right here. What is it?”
“I’m sorry, babe, I woke you.”
“Never mind. Bad dream?”
“I dreamed I woke up and you were gone.”
“I’m not gone, sweetie.”
“I hate waking up without you.”
“Hm, same here.”
“Hold me.”
“I already am.”
“Tighter.”
“Like this?”
“Perfect.”
“Good night, Jack.”
“M-hm.”
“I’ll be here when you wake up. Always.”
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Jack’s back hurt a little more every day. His ankles were painfully swollen. His cravings went out of control. And one evening he found the Pamphlet of Doom lying innocently enough on the kitchen table, where Callum had accidentally left it.
The werewolf found his pregnant mate a petrified mess on the sofa when he came home from the studios. He immediately knew something had upset Jack, and the moment he saw the flyer he cursed himself for having left it lying around before they had had the chance to talk about it.
Jack held up the flyer accusingly.