Chapter 1

Revan“You know you can’t continue like this.”Peter Karinton’s deep baritone hammered inside my skull like a jackhammer. I swallowed hard, my throat slick and dry at the same time, fighting to keep my head from drooping forward. I straightened my shoulders and forced myself to sit up. Thank God it was Sunday and I didn’t have to wear a tie.Whiskey and vodka together.Never again, I told myself.The thought immediately brought another wave of nausea.The library at Blank Manor was full of the seven Elders of the Fell Pack—old men in suits with wrinkled hands and pocket watches tucked neatly into their waistcoats. They looked like relics from another century. I tried to keep my eyes on them, tried to appear like the Alpha they expected, but with the worst hangover of my life clawing through my skull, it was a losing battle.Peter stood in front of them, leading the verbal assault. He had been my father’s most trusted advisor and oldest friend. Practically a second father to both Luke

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Chapter 2

ParisI stared up at the cracked stonework of the old apartment building, clutching the box in my hands so tightly my fingers hurt. I tried to breathe, but panic was rising in my throat like a tide. The edges of my vision started to blur. I stumbled back to my car and shoved the box into the backseat with the rest of my things while kids ran through the street nearby, screaming and laughing like the whole world was normal.Exactly thirty days ago, I came home from my shift at the café and found my roommate Maria sitting in the living room with her impossibly greasy boyfriend.“We should talk, Paris,” she said with that fake sweet smile she always wore. Maria was the type of person who tried very hard to seem kind and understanding, but there just wasn’t much depth behind the act. She kept chewing the same wad of gum she always had in her mouth while she looked at me with those blank eyes.Her boyfriend was sprawled on the couch pretending to watch TV. He tried to look casual, but the

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Chapter 3

Revan“Ah, Mr. Blank, how are you?”I stood up from the painfully uncomfortable waiting room chair and shook Doctor Smesh’s hand. The waiting room at Masters and Brett looked like it belonged in a luxury magazine—chrome tables, black leather couches, polished wood everywhere. Expensive, tasteful… and absolutely terrible to sit on.Underneath the polished look, the faint smell of disinfectant hung in the air, reminding me that this was still a medical facility no matter how fancy they tried to make it.“I’m well, Doctor Smesh,” I said. “And you?”“I’m fine, thank you. Come, let us discuss the progress of your case.”He led me down a hallway and into a large office that looked more like a museum than a clinic room. Antique furniture, a brown leather couch against the wall, a massive desk with an expensive computer sitting on top of it.I took the chair across from him and adjusted my tie.I hadn’t worn a tie since Senior’s funeral. That alone was enough to make me uncomfortable. The ent

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3