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Mysteries and lies

Author: Belle C
last update Huling Na-update: 2023-12-03 06:17:12
Darius stormed through the pack territory, a mix of emotions churning within him as he sensed Michael and Fez entering the pack. Abandoning his discussion with a lead warrior, he sprinted towards them, a knot forming in his stomach. Three figures stood at the border, but the third person felt off, and Darius couldn't shake the unsettling feeling.

Approaching them, his eyes widened as he saw his best tracker, Fez, and his third in command coming towards him with a girl. She clung to Michael, and his possessive grip around her only intensified Darius's unease. The absence of John's usual presence hit Darius with disappointment and concern.

"Alpha," Michael began, taking a step forward, yet refusing to release the girl from his grasp.

"Not here," Darius interrupted, his voice firm. He turned on his heels and started fast-walking towards the pack house, the trio obediently trailing behind him. As they walked, Darius sent a mindlink to Prius, urgency echoing in his tone.

"In my office, now!
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