A'S

the open doors where Seraphina fled and my face. I keep my ex

m. "Tonight is for Lyra. I w

he rest of the night, he is the perfect Alpha mate, attentive and charming. He even arranged for a magical firework dis

the car is heavy. He reaches for

s eyes losing focus fo

his tone strained. "A patrol was ambushed." He steers the car a

terribl

he Beta, a frantic message meant for Kaelen. "Alpha, we found her

und. This is not pack

t here," I

it's no

I insist. "The air

s the car over. "I'll b

forest. My werewolf senses, sharpened by the night, easily pick up his scent trail

aring. Seraphina is wrapped in his

e a low, intimate rumble I know so well.

eraphina sobs. "S

pha. I will protect you." He tilts her chin up. "Who else would you want t

ermanent claim of ownership on her neck, bondin

spers. "Only

s supposed to be my protector. Every loving word, every tender touch, is a fresh betr

lk away, sile

nical. But as I grab my pack documents and identification, I remember the elder's words. My identity has

ds, he holds a bucket. The acrid smell of paint and s

lv

ick," he says, his voice trembling. "She said a monster put a bad spell on you and

ace contorted with a rage that is terrifying in

r dust splatters across my chest and arms. The silver immediately begins to burn, searing my skin wi

abs the small, hand-sewn wolf doll from my bedside

roar, he rips

ars streaming down his fa

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