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"She is no longer staying with me, and I don't know where she is now." I got downcast by her words. "But I do know of a man she was always talking about," Janet said, and my hope went up again. "I think his name is Alex or something. I remember her saying he works at a fighting den. I'll tell you where to find him." She picked up a pen and a piece of paper and scribbled on them. Then, she handed it over to me. "Thanks," I told her as I took the paper from her. I raced out of the place. If I was right, then Alex was the same as the wolfman I was looking for. If I could find him, I had no business with Claire anymore.

Spatters of blood hit the wall and his head jerked sideways, a growl escaping his thin lips. "You crossed my borders and chased someone into my territory," I said in a steady voice. "You'll explain why, or you'll be leaving this room in ruins." The man spat blood onto the floor in front of me. "She's ours." My wolf stirred inside of me. "Poor choice of words." I looked over at the guard beside the door. "Get Abe." Abe was my in-house alchemist. He was half-mad, completely brilliant, and far too creative with pain.

I growled as I bumped my head on the steering wheel while my wolf growled in my head, in total defiance of my thoughts about Althea. My little witch would never deceive me. No! Althea is mine! “I want to meet her. I want to see for sure if she was really your mate…” She sniffed and wiped her tears. “But of course, I’m nothing compared to her. I’m just human, and she’s a shifter, right?” I just looked at her. I didn’t want to tell her that Althea was a witch, as I didn’t want to accept that Althea could possibly fake this bond between us.

"Never. I swear it on my life." "Then are you aware of the 'accident' that happened at Highway 25 a few months ago?" Kayvon asked, leaning forward into the light, his expression predatory. Khalid went deathly still. The silence stretched, becoming thick and uncomfortable, punctuated only by the ticking of a clock on the wall. Finally, the alchemist walked over to a sideboard, his hands shaking violently as he poured himself a stiff drink. He took a long, desperate swallow before turning back to face us.

Alexandra frowned a little at their consumption, but said nothing. Suddenly, Alicia stood up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, Stud Muffin. I want to ride a cowboy. Come upstairs with me." Lloyd grinned, promising he'd be right behind her, and Alicia left with Alexandra in tow. Once the women were gone, Lloyd turned to Jeremy, his gaze intense. "Let's go over this plan of yours." The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation.

The Alchemist vanished in a puff of acrid green smoke just as Elias’s obsidian claws closed around his throat. It was a coward’s exit, leaving his army behind to finish the job. With the Alchemist gone, the Blight-Wolves lost their coordination. They became a frenzied, mindless mass, easy prey for the organized Silver Bane warriors. But the victory felt like ashes. The Moon-Pool was ruined, and the man Rhea loved was now a seven-foot-tall creature of shadow and bone.

Alcot quickly run towards her and punched the big bad wolf as hard as he can. "F*ck you!" Al yelled. She moved closer to her savior to stop him from attacking the beast again. She hold his hand and shook her head, telling him to stop. "What the hell are you doing here, Callymore?! You should be in the backyard, assisting the troupes not harassing my lady!" the joker yelled. Oakley laughed. "You keep on claiming her as yours but I'm still her mate. How pathetic." "I can gathered all the shaman just to brake the link between the both of you. Don't test me, Oakley. I'm warning you," Alcot growled.

And he hated it so much that he stopped drinking alcohol completely Yes, I know the truth. Alora is Alonso's true mate, not me. I have known it from the moment I first saw them together, the way his beast calmed in her presence. The connection between them is undeniable to anyone with eyes to see it. Anyone except Alonso himself, blinded by prophecy and my the presence of “the white wolf” I am not the white wolf. Not even close. In my bed, I think back to how this all began. I am Elena Algae, and I am nothing but a fraud.