The lies were getting out of hand.
Dean had never lied this much in his entire life, especially not to his closest friends.
Lying to Pearl while Lina was still missing, and while he couldn't do anything to physically help find her missing mate, made Dean feel worse than scum.
Pearl Flourice had entered the clinic about thirty minutes after Claude had left. If it was any other time, Dean would've beamed at her, both of them rejoicing at having survived last night. As teenagers, Dean had never met someone who loved the feeling of an adrenaline rush as much as Pearl had.
But that was back then, when they didn't have to worry about anyone but themselves—when Pearl didn't have a mate she gave her heart and soul to, and when Dean didn't have hundreds of werewolves he'd sworn to protect.
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