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Chapter 105

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Griffen's Point of View

I stare at my phone screen for the twentieth time today.

Still nothing.

Not a message. Not a missed call. Not even the faintest hint that Maddox is alive, dead, or anywhere in between. Just a blank screen reflecting the tired lines beneath my eyes.

I drag a hand through my hair and push away from the desk. My room at the academy feels too small today. The air too still. The walls too close. Papers are spread across the floor, maps, notes, and photos.

I step over the scattered chaos and kneel beside the map pinned to the corkboard on the wall. Four red circles mark the attacked packs. My gaze is drawn, unwillingly, to the newest one, Crescent Bloodmoon.

Aria's best friend lives there. She had gone there just after the attack.

I rub at my jaw, forcing my breath to stay steady, forcing myself not to imagine what might have happened.

“You are running out of time,” I mutter under my breath.

I have been trying to reach Maddox for weeks. Notes left i
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