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help make Kenosha a safer place for our families. I’ve been given the ability to sense rogue presence, and I’d like to be useful. Plus, the radius of my senses has grown, so I wouldn’t have to get too close to the rogues.”
    Blake glared at me for what seemed like the tenth time that night. “Sydney, I told you I don’t want to put you in the line of fire. If we go scouting like he wants us to, that’s just what I’d be doing. I can’t believe you don’t get the danger in that. What if we get ambushed?”
    Morris watched our interaction. Retreating  to the front of the desk, he leaned his backside against the top of it while folding his arms across his chest.
    I sat next to Blake on the couch. As softly as I could, I said, “Blake, there’s no harm in trying. Yes, I’m well aware of the consequences. It’s risky, being anywhere near rogues. But the danger is minimal, when you think about it. If I can give the pack the general vicinity where they can look for the rogues, then that’s what I need to do. I’d feel good about helping out and, besides, I’d have you right there with me.”
    Blake stewed in silence on the couch next to me. From the tense expression on his face, including the clenched muscles around his jaw, I could tell he was holding back from telling his father more on how he felt about his father’s plans.
    Morris rose from the desk. “Blake, this discussion is over. Keep me updated with what you find. Don’t do anything rash. Call for backup when you find the rogues. Your job is to keep Sydney safe, not take the world on all by your bull-headed self.”
    The pack leader leaned over and flipped the switch underneath the desktop. Once Morris declared an end to the meeting, I felt more at ease. The hair on my arms and the back of my neck no longer stood at attention. I hadn’t realized how the humming of electricity buzzing around the room to keep the rest of the pack ignorant of the conversation had put me on edge.
    Blake stood from the couch, holding a tense hand out to help me up. I accepted, relishing in the warmth of his palm. Together, we faced Blake’s father. Blake didn’t let me take my hand back despite my trying to pull away from him. The heat he emanated was hotter than usual. His frustration heightened the sensation, making me so warm I felt sweat well at the small of my back.
    He nodded at his father while walking to the door with me at his side. Before leaving, Blake said, “Dad, you’re my pack leader. I respect you, even admire you. But I think you’re wrong in this. You said my job was to make sure Sydney’s safe. You’re making it impossible to do so, telling me to put her in the middle of rogue central.”
    Remaining silent, we exited the pack’s den, heading to Blake’s car. On the ride home, Blake stayed quiet, giving me time to think about what Morris had said. I agreed with the pack leader. As the Selected, I was willing to do whatever it took to help the wolf pack. Being close to rogues never went well for me, but it would serve two purposes.
    I’ve wanted to train and develop my Selected senses to my reaction when rogues were near. Their presence made me incapacitated. Not acceptable. I’d been kidnapped, beaten, even bitten by a rogue vampire because I wasn’t able to defend myself. I was too busy vomiting and suffering from excruciating muscle spasms over my entire body to do anything about it. It felt like a blessing when I finally lost consciousness from the pain when it became too consuming for my mind to bear.
    That had to change.
    The other reason to find the rogues was to help Blake’s pack when the wolves from Mobile, Alabama, came snooping around to see how Morris was handling rogues in Kenosha. I didn’t always like Morris’ decisions regarding his pack, but I didn’t want the southern wolves coming up to Wisconsin stirring up trouble. My future would be in jeopardy if they came demanding that a new pack leader be chosen. Plus, when a new