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Chapter Twelve

*QUINN*

*QUINN*

Not once did it ever occur to me that my mate would be a fucking white wolf. Not once did it occur to me that the very people who attacked us and spoke a different language that she would understand.

Time seemed to meld together into one rolling monotonous reel in this pit of hell that was my mind since Ingrid became unconscious in the forest. The rage I felt towards the Rogues who attacked us just boiling under the surface, ready to come out and play if she didn't awaken soon.

Torturing was getting us no where, none of the rogues could even speak. Every last one of them had their tongues ripped out to prevent leaking information I'm sure. And the beast who captured Ingrid had fully shifted back into a man, who had a suprisingly calm heartbeat for someone that was being beaten left and right.

He keeps smiling at me every time I check in with Jackson, like he knows something I dont and he's just biding his time until it comes to light. Each time we locked eyes we we
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