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Serafine’s POVMorning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, warming the room. I woke up feeling much better.Although my mind was still a complete mess after everything that happened yesterday. I blinked slowly against the sunlight while lying still under the blankets. Then I realised the sharp pain in my ankle yesterday was missing.My brows furrowed as I pushed myself upright against the pillows before pulling the sheets away from my legs.I was shocked to find that the swelling and soreness was gone. My eyes remained at my ankle in disbelief before grabbing it with both hands, checking for any soreness. There was none.I twisted my foot cautiously more than twice and didn't feel any pain.“What the hell…” I mumbled.Yesterday I could barely stand properly. But now my legs was perfectly fine.It was all thanks to Grayson. My mind flashed back to yesterday evening. Him crouching in front of me while his hands remained around my ankle. The strange warmth I felt spreading

Alpha Bran’s POVAric glanced at me after every few seconds as we moved through the path leading away from Grayson’s house. Noon was approaching. The heat from the sun had become hotter.The air was warm against my skin, carrying the scent of pine, damp earth, and blood that still lingered unpleasantly in my mind.Grayson was smart. He wouldn't have expected I knew the sack was hidden somewhere in his house while he brought out another to show us. He really underestimated me. Behind Aric and I, a few guards followed silently.Aric finally broke the silence. “Are we really just leaving?”I glanced sideways at him. His face was hard with frustration, his brows drawn tightly together.“What would you have done in my place?” I asked calmly.Aric scoffed. “Anything except walking away from a suspicious man carrying mysterious bags around his house.”I said nothing. The image replayed itself in my head again.Grayson descending the stairs, holding tight the sackcloth bag. The strong scen

Alpha Bran's POV “Alpha—” the guard called, but the link snapped abruptly. And then there was silence.“Speak,” I ordered through the link and was met with silence again.I slowed inside the hallway, leading toward my office. And reached for the mindlink again, but I was blocked me.That meant only two things. Either the guard had blocked me himself or Grayson caught him and did something to him. I doubted the first option. He wouldn't block me.It must be that Grayson caught him. And now he was unconscious, lying somewhere in his house.A smirk tugged at my lips. Everything was happening just as I planned.Men like Grayson who are smart and well coordinated, are difficult to catch without patience. To get them, you have to sit back and watch as them get desperate. The more desperate they became, the easier they leave traces.And if he truly has my guard hidden in his house? Then he was making a huge mistake and would be paying for breaking my rules soon. I resumed walking through

Grayson’s POVAt midnight, the entire pack was asleep. I stood inside my kitchen staring at my reflection through the dark window while pulling on my black gloves. The hood of my black sweatshirt rested over my head while a face cap shadowed my eyes further. The mask covering the lower half of my face made breathing uncomfortable, but I ignored it. Tonight wasn’t a night for comfort.I grabbed the bottle of alcohol sitting on the counter and drank directly from it again. The liquid burned harshly down my throat. I drank until warmth spread through my chest and my head felt lighter. I needed to feel so.The smell from those severed heads was unbearable even for me. And if something went wrong tonight, I would need to do something drastic to cover it up. The alcohol would help with that.I lowered the bottle slowly and exhaled deeply. That terrible feeling returned immediately. It had stayed with me all day. At first, I thought it was because of Bran watching me closely. Or perhaps Cl

Alpha Bran’s POV I remained standing until every one of them settled into the chairs before my desk.Aric moved toward the side of the office and took his usual position beside the wall, though I could already sense the irritation radiating off him from Sammy Harlow alone.I lowered myself into my chair slowly and folded my hands together on the desk.Mrs. Harlow dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief while the widow kept her gaze lowered. The young orphan girl sat stiffly beside her. Her shoulders were hunched inward like she wanted to disappear.I studied them carefully before finally speaking. “What happened to your sons should never have happened within my pack.”The widow’s lips trembled.“I understand that no words will lessen your grief,” I continued. “But I called this meeting because I want you all to know that I am personally handling this investigation. Whoever is responsible for the murder of your loved ones will be found and punished accordingly.”Mr. Sammy Harlow scoffe