Jeffery stood frozen in the dim concrete hallway, back pressed against the cold wall as if it could somehow save him. The silence pressed down on him, thick and heavy. His pulse hammered so fiercely that he could feel it in his teeth. Every part of him screamed to run, but his legs refused to move.Roland didn’t rush. He never did. He moved as if he owned the entire arena, as if the shadows themselves bent for him. When he finally stopped, he was close enough that Jeffery could smell pine, frozen lake water, and that deeper scent beneath — wild, ancient, and terrifyingly good.“You’re a terrible liar,” Roland said, Jeffery tried to hide his emotions.Jeffery swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Roland’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. He studied Jeffery’s face the way a wolf watches a rabbit that suddenly appears... interesting. His gloved hand rose, tilting Jeffery’s chin with one finger. Their eyes locked.“The pack thinks you’re Lucien,” Roland wh
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