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“Like I said I am Helen Jenkins and this is Grace Jenkins my daughter. I am so pleased to have you all welcome me to your humble abode. It’s a nice house here” “Hello, I am Grace Jenkins, a PhD student in Robotics Engineering. Nice to meet you all”. Lawrence acknowledged their greetings. “I am the head of the family, I am Lawrence Carter. Owner of almost everything in the state. I don’t need to go further. You already know it”.

“Mrs Jenkins was the one behind the attack on Pembroke.” The revelation of Mrs Jenkins as the orchestrator behind the devastation that had occurred in our pack sent shockwaves through the air. She was just an older woman, but the magnitude of her twisted actions stunned us all. “No.” I gasped, clasping a hand over my mouth as he held me. My old pack flashed before me, and I felt anger overwhelm me. That old witch! With determination burning in my eyes, I turned to Aaron. "We can't let her get away with this," I declared, my voice brimming with conviction. "She must face the consequences of her actions."

“No humans.” That word landed wrong. Inside, the warehouse opened into something impossible—lights strung overhead, generators humming, people moving through the space. Not people. Wolves. She could feel it now, like static in her blood. Every single one of them turned when she entered. Judgment hit her like a wave. “She’s human,” someone said. “For now,” another voice answered. Dante stepped forward, command radiating off him. “Enough.” The room quieted instantly. Ari swallowed. “So… what? This is a pack meeting?”

It was a tight situation for Alexander, who wanted to protect her, but he wasn't going to give up. Although the number of henchmen was quite large, the situation was even easier than it appeared, as the werewolves refused to give up in the face of this problem. They were on the ground, with many henchmen on top of them, even a warrior, Sparta, seemed to be defeated by the henchmen, he was subdued and they were just laughing at him.

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.