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Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”

Outsiders rarely wandered far from the territory hosting the event, especially not during an auction attended by Alphas and high-ranking wolves. Good thing Enzo had been training me. My speed had improved enough that I could move from building to building without exhausting myself. It didn’t take long before I spotted the black Ravencrest vehicle parked outside Blackwood Lodge. “Which room belongs to the owner of that vehicle?” I asked, pointing toward the car outside. The woman at the reception desk looked me over and raised a single, unimpressed eyebrow. “Pack laws prohibit us from giving out private information.” I opened my mouth to argue, but a cold voice suddenly echoed behind me.

"You broke my horse." The voice was as cold and hard as the frozen ground outside the stable. Liam stood in the center of the immaculate tack room, his riding boots covered in mud. The air smelled of leather, polish, and expensive hay. Mr. Blackwood stood by the large oak workbench, his back to Liam, meticulously cleaning a bit with a small brush. He was a man in his late fifties, tall and lean, with the posture of a man who spent his life in the saddle. His hair was silver, but his shoulders were still broad and powerful.

“You’re the victim here, Vee.” “I’m not a victim,” I mutter bitterly, clenching my jaw. The tires squeal against the pavement as Nessa takes the turn onto my street too fast, my hands flying to the roof of her car to brace myself. My house comes into view and I see Chase’s white Ford Raptor parked in the driveway, my heart plummeting. “Fuck,” I murmur, realizing that we’re too late. As we draw closer, I see that there’s another truck parked beside Chase’s and his friends Alec and Dare are loading boxes into the tailgate. “What the hell?”

“We need horses for that journey so we could make it faster. You'll have the chance to learn when the time comes. There, we sat under the shade and made plans for horses today because we would need them for this journey and also for the one coming up, too. “Where can we buy horses?” I asked, hoping that somehow Damien would refuse and decide not to buy it but his mind was made up and understood that. “There must be a clan here where we could buy horses to visit our next clan.” “You haven't actually told us the name of the park.” Laura said, reminding Damien. “The name of the park is Blackwood Park.” He said, stuttering. For a minute, we all went blank. That was the park where mother had told

“I’m surprised Theo allowed her to leave the mansion without protection.” Sighing, “Eleni and Juan are lovers.” Bryce states confidently. “I don’t know what their plans are with Amelia, but I am certain they don’t know her true identity. All I can think of is that they are planning something that involves the Black family.” “And what makes you say that?” “Jaxson Black has been buying horses from Theodore for five years straight for the illegal street races Theodore has been hosting. And if my intel is right, Jaxson Black will be at the Drakos mansion today to pick out his horse.”

Black Lake—is a small beautiful area and has become one of their favourite places to go for a walk when not at work during better times. They slowed the pace of the horses and carriages as they drew nearer to the outskirts of City and Black Lake. Dirt roads are starting to be replaced by stone-paved roads. Lake is asleep, the windows are dark, and the houses are deserted. Here and there, Rain sees a lit lantern from behind the glass, maybe a mother watching her fussy toddler or workers working late until the early hours of the morning. Rain poured out her consciousness outside the horse carriage. She watched Erica occasionally as the woman signalled for the black-robed horse riders to come f

I opened a new message to Mason and typed quickly. Me: Just checking in. How are you? Me: We’ve been invited to a private villa at the edge of the resort. Being rented to a wolf named Pierce. He says he’s from a pack called Blackwood. Me: Ever heard of it? Aiden surfaced with a splash, beaming, the straps on the sides of his goggles flapping and dripping water. I gave him a quick wave, then turned my gaze back to Pierce just as he reached my lounge chair. “You look like you could use something stronger than juice,” he said with a warm chuckle, nodding toward the glass I’d barely touched. “Too sweet?”

I said, without looking up from the tablet balanced on my knee. "Sir." "The apartment building on 4th and Mercer. Find out who holds the deed through the parent company. I want it transferred to a Blackthorne shell by morning." I paused. "Price is irrelevant." There was a brief silence because Harrison was too professional to react but I heard the faint adjustment in his breathing. "Yes, Mr. Blackthorne." I set the tablet down and looked out the window. The entrance to Phoenix Rising was dark now, the glass doors locked, the lights cut to the minimal overnight setting.

He took a deep breath, “An amusement park. One that’s more affordable. I have my business proposal here if you’d like to take a look?” “I will let me just look up your information to make sure that there won’t be any surprises or unpleasantness.” She asked for his information while typing it in. Kenji had his eyes closed as he rattled off the familiar information, he had given countless times. When she pressed enter, they both heard a discerning beep. He knew what that meant. “Sorry, dearie it looks as if you are in capable of receiving a loan.” He sighed, “I’m still blacklisted even after that old codger died?”