ene

rough a hidden mind-link frequency I'd set

a list of every visitor who has been to

a's suspicion had already t

ral bus station, number 3B. The code is your daughter's birthday. Inside is enough c

the link from her, and then, she was gone

person in the world

ce, a warrior of unparalleled skill who answered to no Alpha. I had saved her life years ago after she was ambushed by Silvermoon warriors,

lies, the stolen funds. I placed the data

ure of their happy family. When the video of Damien coaching Leo throu

er eyes flashing with fury. "I will rip the A

y head. "I don't want the Silvermoon Pack, Zara. I don't want anything to do wit

eyes. "You want to burn thei

e on the ashes," I c

l, terrifying sight.

on, pre-signed and dated. A blood-pact scroll renouncing my membership in the Silvermoon Pac

Luna Eleanor's assistant, confirming the details for the "anniversary dinner." The lo

special calming chamomile tea for you, to help

d. "You're allergic to high-concentration cham

ust tea. They're going to drug me. Wolfsbane, most likely. A diluted dose to make

man who raised me died in that moment. She wasn't ju

dinner," I told Zar

ment, pressing a bloody thumbprint next to my name. It was done. In

rcle of the far north. The ticket was under a new name. A name that felt like a whisper

o

M. The same night as the grand dinner. The

last time. He was dressed to go out, smelling of expensi

s," he lied, kissing my cheek. "It mig

, smiling sweetly.

irthday party. The board was set. The pieces were in mo

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