The Lycan Twins Runaway Mate
The three of us turned our heads to look at Fabian.
The warrior alpha leaned back against the window frame, a dark, murderous smirk touching his lips as he adjusted the leather straps of his tactical jacket.
"Fourteen," Fabian declared, his voice flat, cold, and entirely lethal. "I am taking fourteen of my most ruthless, elite guards into that valley."
Ford frowned slightly, looking at his twin. "Is fourteen going to be enough, brother? We don't know how many operatives the Ashfords have waiting in the brush."
Fabian let out a low, rough chuckle that echoed darkly against the walls. "The fourteen men I am personally leading into those woods will definitely be enough to clear the area, Ford.
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