Chapter 12
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As I was about to close the car door, Dorian suddenly caught my wrist.
"What is it?"
He hesitated, then finally spoke.
"I have two older brothers ahead of me. Don't need to worry about Pack succession. I'm... relatively free."
"And Grey Pack isn't nearly as political as Thornfield."
I nodded, unsure where this was heading.
"So if Alaric doesn't want you anymore..." He turned to face me fully.
"Come to Grey Pack. With me."
I felt my body go rigid.
"I don't mean anything inappropriate," Dorian quickly added, looking away. "Just—London might become difficult for you soon."
"If you're not interested, we can still be friends. Just... think about it."
