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And I can be here with him. “Finally, I can’t wait to unpack,” Alden says from behind me, as I place the last box down on the floor. He leans over my shoulder, kissing my cheek. I turn around to face him. Some days are better than others, and today he doesn’t look so well. His skin is sallow and discoloured, his shoulders are hunched and he almost seems to sway unevenly. It breaks my heart seeing him like this. This disease has striked him viciously very quickly, which is why losing his parents must have been a whirlwind.

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

Damon: The scent of cedarwood and ink lingered in the air, mixing with the soft hum of sunlight seeping through the windows behind my desk. Papers lay untouched in front of me, the reports Ethan had dropped off hours ago forgotten as I sat across from the one man whose silence always came with weight. My father. Alpha Kael Lockwood. No matter how hard I wanted to deny it, his presence often held more weight than I wanted to carry when he was in my office, when he was as quiet as he was, when he sat as sharp as he was.

“The ravens returned from the southern outposts. No sign of any pirate vessels near our shores in the last ten days.” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “And from the eastern harbors?” “Nothing reported. But there’s something else.” Ziva hesitated, then added, “One of our spies stationed in the neutral territories claims he saw a man dressed in wolf furs near the trade docks—escorting what looked like a heavily guarded cargo box onto a long-range vessel.” “Wolf furs?” Valerian repeated slowly. “Whose?” “Couldn’t say,” she replied. “But he mentioned a strange scent. Not wolf. Not human.”

They were too professional with their jobs and serious too so I stopped making small talks with them. Knox reached behind the backseat and took out a can of coke. He opened the soda and raised it on my lips. “Drink.” I didn’t realize I was that nervous at all, not until I saw my hands reaching for the can in Knox’s hands. I sipped the not so cold drink, half emptying its content before inhaling in and out to calm myself. Preston's phone rang and she handed it to me. “It’s Mr. Reed,” was all she said before looking back into the road as Scott drove to our place.

My father orders, staring at the door. I feel Darius trying to mindlink but Kade's not back enough for it to fully get through yet, so he scribbles on a notepad, asking me if I know what's going on and I shake my head, watching my father for any clue, just like everyone else. Seconds feel like hours as we all sit there in silence, looking between my father and the door which he continues to stare at. It's clear he's conversing through mindlink, but it's his face is devoid of any expression and it's not until Levi reopens the door, helping Samuel who is carrying someone bundled up in blankets, mud and blood coating both the material and his hands.

Jordan Findley was buried in his hometown of Des Moines, Iowa, on a sunny June day before a crowd of thousands. The local papers read that he died in a small plane crash, but the LIGHTS team members all knew the truth. Such occurrences were so rare, Aaron couldn’t even think of another time a Hunter had purposely killed a Guardian. Accidents happened from time to time, but never something like this. Teams were organized to hunt down Skelton, but so far there hadn’t even been a sign of him, causing speculation that he had been killed as well.

Phoenix nodded in agreement. I headed to the dining room for dinner. I sat with Greta and her mate Tom. He is a nice guy, about five-nine, chestnut-coloured hair and golden-brown eyes. He has a slim build, but it was all muscle; he matched Greta perfectly. Their bodies moved in sync, Tom placing his arm around Greta and always looking at her in awe as they laughed and told me about their week here. They Filled me in on everything I missed. As everyone cleared out of the dining room. I got up, said my goodbyes and reported to Beta Drake.

"Dressed for what?" She raised her brow in surprise. "We are supposed to return to the mainland today. You mentioned that you wouldn't stay more than one night here, correct? There is a lot of work waiting for you and your dad—" "Is in good hands," I interrupted her. "My uncle, Axton, is with him, remember?" My dad's health was failing, and he would be battling it for over a decade, so his prompt resignation and handover as alpha was not surprising.

Haneef POV. I sat close to her, taking her hands in mine, my eyes glued to her petite statue; Her chest rising and falling, coupled with her low but audible breaths. I watched as the fluid from the IV drip trickled down into her veins causing me to heave another exasperated sigh. It's been three goddamn hours since she blacked out and she is still not regaining consciousness. Tears stung my eyes as I continue to suppress those emotions viciously tugging at my heartstrings.