“So, tell me. What do you want in return?” Alpha Joel’s question hung in the air like a sharpened blade, cold and ready to strike. He wasn’t looking at me with pity anymore. He was looking at me like an Alpha assessing a deal. In the werewolf world, a debt without a price was a trap, and Alpha Joel Quinn didn't strike me as a man who walked into traps.I took a breath, feeling the phantom ache of my missing fingernails. I didn’t want jewels. I didn’t want luxury. I didn’t want power for the sake of it. I wanted something far more dangerous. “Three things,” I said, my voice steadying as I met his gaze. “First, protection. Total and absolute. From my former pack.” My fingers curled slightly.“Second, a new identity so complete that even if the Swans stand in front of me, they will not recognise my scent, my name, or my existence.”Even as I said it, I knew how impossible that sounded.Wolves remembered scent above all else.But if anyone could make the impossible happen, it w
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