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“You all need to start talking…now.” I growl low, letting my wolf enhance the angry sound.All the Elders exchange looks, and it’s starting to piss me off. They are coming up with a story that is plausible, without telling us the whole truth. After two hours of full out, not stop questioning and on
93 - ElaraOnce we are all settled, well I am settled. Ben still has Walter by the back of the neck and Richard and Sebastian are flanking the sides of the couch. They both walked in after I summoned them, took less than ten seconds to assess the situation and went to back Ben up, no questions asked
92 - ElaraI sit in the back seat like a child. Walt keeps looking at me over his shoulder with a disgusted look on his face. It feels like when I was in elementary school and told my dad about some boys who were being particularly cruel to me. I wanted to handle it myself, but some of their behavio
“We should try to help him.” Brianna finally answers our questions. “If he is a part of the spell the magic will not let him go until it is complete. If the spell is what harmed him he might be stuck until we can undo it. Your risk is being drawn in. Clearly Marietta and I can touch the barrier, I d
91 - ElaraThe witches are looking for something. Something on my land. What the hell could we have on our pack territory that is worth so much death and clearly years of effort? I squeeze Ben’s hand and he returns the gesture looking at me, confused why I don’t mindlink him and tell him what is wro
90 - Ben“What the hell are these crazy witches doing?” I whisper out as we edge closer to the treeline. If my sense of direction is right, we are directly south of Elara’s packhouse, but far enough away that it might be considered neutral territory. I don’t smell the patrol wolves' scent marking.T







