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Garfield eagerly asked. The rogue stared at each other, they looked quite surprised. “Do you know this person? That might make it easy for us to end this.” Mason asked. Garfield was silent, then he spoke up. “I have a brother out there named Gordon. I haven't seen him in a long time but have heard words about him being a notorious person.” “Are you saying there is a chance this person is your brother?” I asked. “That depends on what they say. Tell me, does he have a scar?” Garfield asked the rouges again.

This time Alexander curiosity was finally piqued as he raised his eyebrows and both of them gave Ash questioning looks. "So what's the full note all about, Ash?" "First off, a Donna is a title. The Donna bears a high rank in the Balck Wolf Clan world. Or maybe, just as what you said. This Donna might be the mole in the Clan. And, the note doesn't end there." Ash grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table. It was a piece of note where the handwriting was too similar. As if it was a part of the mysterious note.

He lifted a finger to signal Vee to wait as he downed the entire bottle. Feeling more flustered than earlier, Vee looked away from Conan and roamed her eyes around the office. She realized that they were not alone when her eyes fell on a black and gold German Shepherd sitting in the corner, looking at her like an unamused police officer. She stiffened a little bit, wondering if the dog was real or a perfect taxidermy, but it wagged its tongue a bit and blinked at her as though letting her know it was alive. It straightened its body and made its collar visible. It had a medallion pendant with the word "Jacket" engraved on it. Vee realized it was the dog's name.

Elenaon the other hand noticed something was off about Nina the moment she had mentioned that Garfield was her mate but didn’t put much thought to it. While she was still mopping the floor, the same scent from the party filled her nose and once again, her wolf was elated and for all she knows, Garfield had come for her. Elenacould feel his scent which was mixed summer berries and as she looked up and saw him, there was a connection formed between them as their wolves both clawed to take over. Elenacould not concentrate on her chores any longer and definitely felt a spark when he looked into her eyes.

I followed his gaze to the front and saw a black-haired girl with the same green eyes as Garfield sitting in the front row of the choir. "Is that your daughter?" "Yes, I call her Kitty." Garfield smiled, "Isn't she adorable? To me, she's everything." I nodded in agreement, noticing a silver ring on his ring finger. "She's indeed adorable. Her mother must be a beautiful Luna." Garfield shook his head. He seemed unwilling to discuss Kitty's mother and shifted his gaze toward the backstage area. Since the performance area was outdoors, we had a clear view of the entire backstage from our position.

Garfield, however, seemed unperturbed, sipping his coffee and glancing at the headlines with mild interest as he hummed a delightful tune. Breakfast at the Vanderwood mansion was a lavish affair. The long oak table was laden with an array of dishes: fluffy scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, golden waffles drizzled with maple syrup, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a selection of pastries that looked like they belonged in a gourmet bakery. The enticing aroma of brewed coffee filled the air, mixing with the scent of freshly baked bread. I poked at my scrambled eggs, the food tasting like ash in my mouth. "So, Seraphina," Garfield began, looking up from his paper, "I'd say it's quite the scandal yo

Instead, a stranger was standing in front of her. He wears the entire Met team uniform. An orange-green bottle cap was worn backwards on his head, where some of the tightly locked blond locks had escaped. He wears a Met shirt, jeans, and sneakers. He kept an orange leash on his arm, and then she saw the Old Yeller sitting right next to him with a rather serious expression that showed he wasn't some stupid hybrid. The dog wore a colorful Met scarf around its neck. One of its ears folded down where it had been damaged. Its tail is still not wagging. But his eyes no longer contained the haunting look she used to see in her traumatized dog. Leaning in front of the dog's legs was a cardboard box

"Impossible! Stop talking crazy! My son's a criminal investigator with a police post. Tall. Handsome. Not a dog—and definitely not him!" I laughed. "Weren't you overseas? How are you this out of the loop? Police dogs have badges too. The one I posted? Willie's. You were dying to claim him. I didn't stop you." Her face drained of color. She kept shaking her head. Garrett finally snapped. "Jemma, are you insane? You dragged a dog in here to mess with us? I don't believe you!"

Carol looked up at me with a whine and pawed at my sweatpants. “What do you think?” I asked her. “When you met the golden retriever at the park and the next week you met the Australian shepherd, how did you choose between them? And then when you found out that the golden retriever was about to have a litter with another dog, how did you get over that?” I held a pencil to her like a microphone in a mock interview, but she just tried to eat it. I pulled it back quickly and pointed it at myself. “This is Holly Garland signing off before I have a mental breakdown from trying to get love advice from a dog.”

Nathan's POV I cleared my throat, looking away from Aria's screen, but not before my gaze snagged on the last thing visible on the screen. Through her fingers, I read just one word. It was the surname, Garfield. My jaw tightened and instantly, one face flashed through my mind. No way, there was no damn way Rowland Garfield was in Asterfell and I didn't know about it.