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Chapter 159 - The End of the Trickster

ผู้เขียน: Kristina Angels
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Theo’s point of view

I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that we were almost fooled by a dog, or the grin Jack’s wearing now.

Barefoot. Smug. Standing like this is all some kind of joke and he’s the one telling it.

Eva’s still got her hands raised, white magic fading from her fingertips in lazy curls of light. Her face is unreadable—cold, focused—but I see the tension in her jaw.

Jack gives a lazy bow, as if we’ve stumbled into his private theater. “Ta-da.”

Silence stretches like wire, thin and ready to snap.

Trixie’s the first to break it. “That’s Jack?” Her voice is sharp with disbelief. “We almost made friendship bracelets with that thing.”

“Don’t take it personally,” Jack says, smoothing his hair back. “I’m adorable.”

I take a step forward, putting myself between him and the others. My wolf presses hard against my skin, snarling, furious. Kill. It’s not even a thought—it’s instinct.

“Shift,” I order Michael and Parker without taking my eyes off Jack. “Now.”

Michael crack
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