Someone had seen Enzo and Gwen in the darkness, and what she witnessed unsettled her. The bond between them pulsed with a blinding glow, far stronger than any wolves. It coiled and tightened, alive in a way that made her lips curl in quiet distaste. Enzo was beginning to believe in the woman. Her fists clenched as she called for Bernie, but he didn’t appear. He didn’t come, of course. He only answered to Enzo. A faint, dangerous smile touched her lips. If he wouldn’t come, then she would. She found him inside Enzo’s residence within the Lycan Academy. “Who is that little wolf with Enzo?” she demanded. Bernie barely glanced at her. “That’s his mate.” The answer snapped something inside her. In a blink, she was in front of him, her hand already wrapped around his throat, lifting him just enough to make breathing a struggle. “Enzo wasn’t supposed to have a mate,” she hissed. “He’s an executioner, like me!” Bernie’s hands clawed weakly at her wrist, his eyes squeezing shut as his b
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