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She replied, smiling. "We'll be home soon. My place or yours?" he asked. "Yours, and before you head swells at that answer, I left my car there. Remember? But, I think I would chose your place, anyway." She replied before laying her head on his back, knowing that they were almost to his place. Drake slowed down as he reached the turn off to his property. Suddenly, the hair on his neck was standing on end. Something was wrong. "Sam, something is wrong. I don't know what it is, but I want you to reach in the saddlebag under your right leg and hand me the pistol in there." Drake had slowed his bike to buy time.

My claws dig into her flesh, and she gasps. "You don't get to play coy," I snarl. "Not today." She tries to laugh. It comes out wet. I tighten my grip, and blood slides down my wrist. "Address," I demand. She spits blood, shaking her head. "You won't—" I press harder, and she whimpers, choking. "North of Blackmere," Eve rasps. "Old Saint Ilya's grounds. Past the collapsed chapel. There's a service road no one uses anymore. Follow it until the trees thin out."

Even if she is not there I will still teach that bastard a lesson and be rest assured that she is not caged in his house. But what if someone else had taken her? No. I shrugged off the thoughts, Hailey is a smart girl I'm sure she can handle herself. Shit! I even forgot to ask Riel for where we were going. I trust him but I just want to know where exactly. "Where are we headed to, Riel?" "Black town, Alpha. That is where he is." He answered. I hummed and turned to look out the window, it should take us about an hour or so to get there. I continued staring out the window, thinking of how I was going to punish Dennis when we got there.

I rubbed my forehead harshly. Ten minutes later, I stood under the same parking lot under bright lights where she had smiled earlier. Now the place smelled like fear, gasoline, and something dirty. My warriors stood in a circle, waiting for commands. Austin ran up, still catching his breath from shifting. “Alpha, you were right. Asher Black took her,” he reported. “They’re heading north on Blue Ridge Highway.” Everything inside me went still. Cold. Focused. My hand curled into a fist and loosened again.

She wanted to believe the baby lived as much as I did. Zane called an emergency meeting within minutes. Everyone gathered in the lodge's main room, sleep-rumpled and alert. I shared the message and photo, watching their reactions carefully. Alpha Blackwood studied the coordinates with a tactical eye. "It is an abandoned church in the valley. Three hours south if we push hard. Good ambush location with multiple entry points." "It is definitely a trap," Elena said flatly. "Evelyn wants Dalton alone so she can kill him or capture him for leverage."

"The price just went up. And if I find out you’re lying about why you want him, I’m going to come back here and show you exactly how 'sirens' sound when they’re screaming." Lity flinched. The reputation of the Blackwell-Nelblack duo was built on a foundation of bodies and successful hunts. They were the apex predators of Saati Town. "Fine," Lity whispered. "Just bring me Timothy Gal." The elevator ride down was silent until the doors hissed shut. "You’re thinking about it," Gideon said, glancing at Kan in the mirrored walls. "Thinking about what?" "Fucking him," Gideon replied simply. "You’ve been staring at that photo like you want to eat him alive."

“And I think I found my dream home to boot.” “Yeah?” Dux was sprawled on the bed closest to the window, and he looked up from his phone at her. “You did? Where is it?” “Small town called Bellefonte,” she told him. “About an hour west of here, so I set up a viewing tomorrow morning at nine.” “Show us!” Dux demanded, handing her his phone. “Let’s see it!” While Briley scrolled through the site’s property listings, Drake mixed her drink, handed his brother a beer from the minibar, and twisted the cap off his own beer bottle. Then he sat at the desk and started putting ice into a plastic bag.

Straw Hat Pack Dry Ridge, Kentucky Maria ‘Bee’ Shiver pulled her Harley-Davidson Sportster Sportster Seventy-two to an overlook. Taking her helmet off, her long black hair spilled over her back. Dark amber eyes looked over the valley below. “Damn, it is sure pretty here,” Bee said, stretching her arms over her head and turning to BC.

“That… thing… it might come back. Or Kael will come with more of them. This place is marked.” “I know,” Liam said from beside her. He sounded tired to his soul. “But we’re not just running to run. We’re going somewhere we can stand our ground. A fortress. Ryder?” Ryder was already drawing in the dirt floor with a charred stick. “Black Pine Ridge. The old ranger station. Stone foundation. Only one way up. You can see anyone coming for miles.” “Good. Gareth, can you make the trip?” Gareth’s voice was a pained grunt. “I’ll crawl on my belly if I have to, Alpha.”

“You’re saying if we don’t stop it, he’ll come back through them?” Lyra’s silence was all the answer I needed. The pack’s murmurs died as Kael called them in. His voice was sharp, clipped, all Alpha now. “We’re heading to Blackthorn Ridge.” A low ripple moved through the wolves. I didn’t know the name, but they clearly did. Lyra’s head snapped toward him. “Are you insane?” “It’s the only place left,” Kael said. “The Blood Circle is still intact there. If there’s a way to burn the rot out completely, that’s where it’ll be.”