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lock on the dungeon do

security protocols better than the Alpha himself. I had been demoted t

suspicious. I knew a

over myself. It smelled like chemically synthesized mud and oz

side and nea

blood was o

" I wh

. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, contrasting

pick from my pocket. My hands sh

had given up. Daria had come to the infirmary. She sat by my bed for three nights, wiping

ke fire in my veins, bu

her m

d whisper. Her eyes fluttered o

working the pick into th

ic

nds and feet. The burns on her wrist

ms. She weighed nothing. It

her head lolling against m

try," I

pack house was quiet. Most of the warriors were at the border, distracte

age. My modified SUV was waiti

a gently on the seat. She was shiver

aria," I said. "

ed the engine. The tires squealed on the

pped out from the shad

Beta. The Alpha's

ed, his massive frame fillin

and the silver in her system suppressing her wolf.

uld smell

the car skidding to a h

river's side window. H

f I shifted now, I would destroy the

window down

s asked, his eyes scanning

, keeping my voice steady. "Alpha Kaeden will

. He frowned. "I smell... oz

," I said. "Spille

d at the backseat. Daria was covered by a blanket

et?" Marcus asked, his

ring wheel, my knu

, dropping the a

es. He saw the d

"You know it's wrong. You have a daughter, Marcus

n back to the gate controls. He had always been loyal,

handle, hesitated, and t