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“Lily, this is our engagement party! He’s replacing you with a dog! Who do you think he’s insulting? “He’s insulting both of us at the same time! How can you say that it’s a joke and just forget about it?” My blood was boiling with rage. In order to give Lily the perfect engagement party, I had personally planned every single detail. I even went to the flower market and hand-picked every single flower displayed on the tables. However, she let her guy best friend humiliate me by implying that I was marrying a dog.

It could betray us both. I move to the edge of the clearing surrounding my cabin and drop to my knees. With one hand, I dig into the earth, clawing at the soil until I’ve made a shallow trench. Then, I take a deep breath and let my energy flow through me. My body shifts slightly, just enough to release the wolf within without fully transforming.

Caine spotted the yellow sports car he had stolen the day before and made a break for it, as John followed without question. The quick change of direction threw the dogs off for a half of a second, but the lead dog was big as hell and he pounced on John just as he reached the hood of the yellow car that Caine was standing on top of. "Holy shit!" Caine cried as he watched the huge ass dog grab John by the leg.

Amberleigh stuttered out her plan to the Hatter coming up with the details as she went. She would be a woman walking her dog down by the docks. She would change her clothes into something more suitable and also bring along a dog leash. She would approach the warehouse and ask the man guarding it if her dog had run inside. She would say or do whatever necessary to gain entry into the warehouse.

"But only within this area. You are not allowed to go beyond it. Do not cross the boundary." “How will I know where the boundary is?” I asked him. “You’ll know when you see the gates,” he replied. “You’re allowed to go outside, but you must never forget to use the scent blocker. And you need to wear something that can conceal your identity. If anyone here asks, just tell them you’ve only recently moved in.” “Okay,” I answered softly. Then his tone shifted, growing even more serious. “As I told you earlier, we’re taking your dog. I have to steal Wolfie so that I don’t leave any clues behind.”

CHAPTER 22: DEAR VICTOR WILLIAMS POV Anna's mum didn't see me sneaking out of her window. I slipped my legs out the window gently so as not to make any sound. When my feet finally touched the floor, I ran as fast as I could towards my car. The night air felt cool against my skin, but my blood was still hot from being with Anna.

"I'd rather come out. If Rowan hears anything or if he wakes up—" "Then we'll be very quiet." Without waiting for permission, because of course he doesn't wait for permission, he braces his hands on the window sill and pulls himself up. "Besides, this is going to take more than five minutes. You really want to have this conversation standing outside in the cold?" Before I can answer, he's already climbing through, landing silently on my carpet like some kind of cat burglar. "You're completely insane," I breathe, my heart hammering in my chest.

She had stolen them. That damned woman had walked into my den, stolen the lifeblood of my plans, and slipped away with a smile. And worse of it she had done it right under my nose. And somehow, it only made me want her more. But want had soured to rage. Because if she thought she could toy with me, she was about to learn how wrong she was. I rode hard into Bloodhound pack, the night thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, snapping at the cage of my control. By the time I reached their keep, my patience had worn thin.

I knew she was much older, but she looked like a fourteen-year-old little Grade 9 gutterslut. "Lookie what we have here!" she said wickedly. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a long piece of leather, with something dangling on the end of it. My heart skipped a beat. Oh my God, it's a dog collar, I suddenly realized. And a leash. Tina didn't miss a beat. Dec tossed her the leash and collar, and in one swift motion she snapped it around my neck. Stephanie gave my clit a final lick, then stood out of the way, and with a quick yank, Tina pulled me to the ground.

I ask, my voice shaking with each word I utter. Vance’s thick fingers unwrap the paper, and two cuts of steak peek through. He whistles, and two large Dobermans run out on demand. Vance doesn’t take his eyes off me. He holds up one of the two steaks and one Doberman jumps viciously, making me panic, thinking he might actually take out Vance’s hand with the steak. When the dog has his meat and Vance’s limbs are still attached, I calm down slightly, only to witness it happening again with the other dog.