Anton’s povCory felt distant.His eyes were hollow as if he were lost in thought.And then there was the constant smell of blood on him. Each time I ask, he presents a freshly cut scar.“Lycan king, do you have a minute?” Aaron’s voice echoed from the door, snapping me out of my reverie. I sighed, shaking off the thought that was on my mind.“Aaron, come in,” I said, plastering a smile on my face.He looked scared, uncertain as he looked around the room as if he was expecting an attack from behind. “You sent for me?” he asked.I frowned, “I did. Tell me, did you have a talk with Cory as I asked you to?” I asked.His brows crunched up in confusion, his eyes staring at me with no depth in them. “I didn’t see him yesterday,” his voice sounded confused even as he stared at me.His scent had been in the room, heavy, filled with fear.“What do you mean, you weren’t there with Cory last night, the room reeked of you,” I said, I sounded slightly frustrated at the way he stared at me as thou
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