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RANDALL…

Once I get to the creek, I crouch down and rinse the blood off my hand. I then look first down the creek and then up. I know both the packs that line this creek. Alpha Michael is a little goody two shoes but I wouldn’t want to get on his wrong side as like all of us Alphas, he can be brutal.

However, Alpha Jones. Now he puts up a good front, but he is a cruel bastard, which is why we get along so well. I would, however, be lucky to get Annalise back in one piece if she wandered into his pack’s territory and he managed to see my slave mark and the fact that she was mated wouldn’t matter in the slightest to him.

Now I know she either went up or down the creek, as there were no other footprints anywhere around the creek. This is the only time I am kicking myself for putting her in the containment cell. By removing her wolf, I removed her scent, which sort of helped at the convention, but doesn’t help me in the situation I am in right t