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TWENTY-EIGHT

For someone who detested hate night rides, the beta hadn't, no other choice than to lodge at a hotel to spend the night. Despite the fact the hotel could be described as magnificent, and classy, Andrew felt highly uncomfortable.

It wasn't because of the excess greetings the workers filled his ears with – being a beta to the Almighty Alpha King Shawn entitled him to ultimate respect from every soul in the Pack and beyond.

Well, he was highly recognized, but Marianna allegedly considered him to be a stable boy or a servant. However, none contributed to his feeling of discomfort presently.

Here, at the reception, stood Beta Andrew and behind him was… Raven – the black witch. Now, the aura a black witch usually gives out was that of lethality, disdain, and uncontrollable resentment for werewolves.

So… why wasn't she doing the same? Andrew could only perceive an emotion that wasn't supposed to be given off by any due to their haughtiness – fear.

Why would a black witch be cowering in fear
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