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The Mysterious Witch

Orians P.O.V.

As we follow the trail to the rogue, my mind is preoccupied with thoughts of my newly found mate. The image of her short blond hair and beautiful blue eyes on the verge of tears looking up at me popped into my mind making my chest tighten.

"We need to hurry this up quickly and get back to our mate!" My wolf De'von commands. "You didn't even ask her what her name was! Some mate you are."

"Yes, master," I reply in a snarky tone. "I just thought it would make her happy if we saved her sister first."

"Okay, point taken." He huffs out, and I roll my eyes.

At that moment, I smell the blood of rogues, not just one, but multiple. It smells like at least five, if not more. One female wolf wouldn't be able to take on all of them. The panic starts to settle in the pit of my stomach.

"Beta!" I heard the scout I sent ahead call out from the top of a nearby hill, and as soon as I met his gaze, I knew something was wrong. The smell of more rogues and more blood
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