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What Lena found when she stepped into the northern wing of the Shadow Fang Pack was far beyond what she had expected. She had underestimated him greatly.The place was vibrant and full of life. It was like the markets of the human world where merchants called out their goods and eager voices mixed in conversation while stalls lined the streets with fabrics and herbs and trinkets. The smell of fresh bread was in the air, and it mixed with the scent of incense.Children ran between the vendors, and their laughter rang out while traders argued over prices. There was warmth here and a sense of community that felt foreign compared to the cold tension that was in the Shadow Fang Pack's main grounds.This was not the grim and heavy place that she had prepared herself for. It was thriving and welcoming, and it was a corner of the pack's territory that felt untouched by the bitterness that was in the rest of it.She looked at Jaime Whitaker who walked beside her with a faint smile. Now she und

"My lords," a man said as he bowed his head before he turned to the Alpha. "Alpha, may your reign be long.""What is the matter," Darius asked.The man pointed to a young human boy who was bruised and dressed in torn clothes."For some time now, I have noticed food missing from my kitchen," the man said. "My family and I decided to set a trap, and we stayed up through the night and caught him.""And he is still breathing," Lord Ronan said, and his voice was bored."My lord, according to our laws, such matters must be brought before the Alpha for judgment.""I know the traditions well," Ronan said, and his voice was sharp. "But those laws were made for werewolves and not for humans. This should not even be a matter for the court."Some of the elders murmured in agreement and shook their heads."Boy," Alpha Darius called.The boy lifted his bruised face that was swollen and covered with dirt."How old are you," Darius asked."Thirteen years, Your Grace," the boy said, and his voice was

Beta Cedric moved quietly through the forest, and his steps were soft on the damp ground. His gaze stayed on the witch as she walked between the trees and picked herbs with practiced hands. He had followed her since she left Lydia's home, and he had been careful to stay hidden.Then his wolf eyes glowed amber, and his claws came out. A whisper of wind went past his ear, and he heard the sound of an arrow in the air.The arrow hit the witch's back with a dull sound, and she fell to the ground while her eyes were wide with shock and blood came from her mouth.Cedric turned, and his instincts came alive.A figure that was crooked and cloaked went into the trees, and black shadows moved behind it like smoke.It was a mage.Cedric turned back to the witch, but his breath stopped.She was gone, and there was no trace of her body. There was only a small amount of blood and herbs on the ground.---Darius did not speak as he held Lena's arm and led her through the corridor. When they stepped

Twenty-four hours.That was how long Scarlet had been in this cell. The cold stone walls felt as if they were closing in on her, and the silver chains on the floor had burned her skin every time that she moved too close.She had screamed until her throat was raw, and she had hit the iron door until her fists ached, and she had cried until her tears were gone. None of it mattered because no one came and no one cared. She had not even been given water."Please," she said, and her voice was weak. "Get my uncle. I am dying."Her legs gave out, and she fell against the wall while her breath was shallow."Do not worry. You will be out soon," a voice said.Her head went up. She knew that voice even in her nightmares."Uthred," she said, and her voice was barely a breath. "You damned soul.""You look terrible," he said. "Give me what I asked for, and you will be free."Scarlet let out a bitter laugh. "I will tell the Alpha your plans."Silence passed between them, and it was cold."I do not t

Vargr followed Lena down the narrow forest path.After a short walk, they came to a clearing where a large carriage was waiting. Two black horses were hitched to it, and their breath made clouds in the cool night air.A figure in a cloak leaned against the carriage with his hand on a sword. When he saw Lena, he stood up straight."You are late," the man said, and his voice was sharp but familiar.Vargr's eyes narrowed. The man's face was hidden under his hood, but his stance and the hint of a smile made Vargr uneasy."Who is this," Vargr asked as he stepped beside Lena.She ignored him and opened the carriage door. "We need to leave. The guards will notice that I am gone soon.""You did not answer my question," Vargr said.The cloaked man laughed and pushed back his hood. His features were sharp, and his hair was dark. "My name is Jaime.""He is a friend of mine," Lena said. "He is helping us.""Helping us do what," Vargr said."To get away," Jaime said. "Unless you would rather stay