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LXXII

Rosalie

“Well, that was a monumental waste of time.” Steph all but screeched as we stepped back over the coven border to where the truck was still parked, her feet pacing the muddy path. “What do we do now?”

She had directed her question to her brother, who had begun to answer with the usual response any Alpha would give, his tone brisk and concise. “We regroup, think of a new plan…”

I had stopped listening, instead studying the poppet which suddenly sprung into action the moment I crossed the border, and was once again dangling from the tree before us, the knife floating merely inches in front of the stick face guarding the way between us and them.

“Do we head back to Eclipse?” Landon said from somewhere behind me.

“Not just yet.” I reply before anyone else could.

The three turned their attention onto me.

“You do realise that the coven has refused help?” Drake stated as plainly as he possibly could, his large hands resting on his hips, making him seem larger than his already imposing
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