Angela’s eyes swept across the area, and an unsettling familiarity stirred within her. The dense green forest tugged at forgotten memories, she forced her mind to remember this exact place. “Does it ring a bell?” Kesha asked with a laugh. “Why would I take you somewhere mysterious, magical, and untraceable when I already have the perfect place, one no one would ever think to search?”Realisation struck Angela like lightning. The Green Forest. “They say keep your enemies close. I say hide behind your enemy’s back. Now, tell me, Angela Armstrong, doesn’t my intelligence deserve admiration? Not your crazy mate, your old godfather, or your stupid lover. Ah… my fake son Draven, whose territory we’re occupying and enjoying tonight.” The memories rushed back. This was where Draven had trained her. The Green Forest belonged to the Silvermoon Pack, lying beyond the Black River, only a few kilometres from the packhouse. But why couldn’t anyone scent them? Where were Draven and the Griffi
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