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Chapter Thirty-eight (An unlikely Aid) Present Time

"No! Arric, please!" Eirika cried weakly.

"You have one minute to tell me what happened in that arena Eirika Mikain Aedelwulf before I crush your boyfriend's neck!"

"Arric, please, it is me you want! Let him go!" Eirika cried.

"Speak!" Arric growled, refusing to look at her, holding the gaze of the Lycan, who was supposedly a friend to his mate.

From where he stood he could perceive his scent on her and he wanted to crush his neck for that whether she answered him or not.

"This is not the way. She is weak!" Nigel managed to croak through a clenched jaw.

Arric darted a glance her way then and watched as the hood covering her head fell back. His heart literally shook in his chest at the sight of her. Her skin was pale, and her eyes and cheeks were sunken. She seemed weak and was even struggling to stay upright her eyes mirrored weakness and exhaustion. And her hair color was all wrong and appeared brittle and dry. 'Goddess,' the word echoed in his head. Steelclaw whimpered.

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