The Lycan's Abused Fated Mate
"Miles, you should probably go back to your room. You know you passed out days ago from excessive alcohol intake, and you don't look too good. I've relieved you from the stress of pack duties for the meantime. You need to rest and get back on your feet. I'll handle it on my own."
Motionless and frozen near the window, teeth gritting. Dane's gaze was palpable throughout, an expectation for words to break the silence. Yet, there was only the weight of unspoken thoughts, too heavy and frightening to be voiced.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Angel... I think Angel is dead. I think someone must have killed her," I said, my voice low, not hiding the fear in it. Dane was by my side in seconds as
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