MATE'S DEFENCE Mason povI raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Damien's hesitation. "She isn't from our pack. That alone raises more suspicion," he repeated, his voice laced with unease. I snickered loudly, the sound echoing through the room as I poured the vodka into my cup. "Yeah, no kidding," I said, carrying my drink over to the couch. I slammed into it, feeling the soft cushions envelop me, and crossed my leg over the table, my eyes never leaving Damien's face. "Come on, spill the beans. What did you find out?"Damien's eyes flicked to the paper in his hand, and then he walked over to me, his movements fluid and deliberate. "Here," he said, handing me the paper. I took it from him, my fingers brushing against his, and unfolded it, my eyes scanning the contents. As I read, my expression grew more serious, my brow furrowing in concern.The paper detailed the mark found on Rachel's neck, a crude drawing accompanying the description. I sipped my drink, my eyes locked on the mark, and
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