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“I won’t say it again, Allison. I am not moving an inch from here.” Her lip shook a little bit before she glanced around at the people gawking at us. Then, just as her lower eye twitched, her lips pulled in a tight smile. “Oh!” She clapped her hands. “I know what this is; you’re worried about your childhood friend.” She chuckled, the sound high-pitched and forced. “I’ll let you stay in here, baby. You can wait till he wakes up; then we can go the press rounds.” I turned away from her to stare at an unconscious Owen. The doctor stood over him, eyes moving from his face to his blood-stained pants. His hands moved to his chest when we heard a crash, followed by a wail.

Zander begins, however, I cut him off. "How isn't it? We would literally be doing nothing." "But isn't that the point? We hired the Huntress to go after Silvio. And from where I'm standing, they're doing a pretty good job. They've already been able to not only track down, but apprehend the one person that we weren't even sure was still alive. Elanore Maddoz was far more elusive than Silvio has ever been. Elanore has been in hiding for decades. Silvio has been gone just shy of a year."

Owen flinched back from the volume of her voice, throwing his hands up in the air as if he was defending himself from a physical blow. "I don't know!" Owen yelled back, his voice cracking with a sudden honesty that felt real for the first time all night. "I haven't seen her, Elowen! No one has seen her for the past few weeks, not the people at her old place and not the people she used to work with!" He continued. He stood there panting in the driveway, looking smaller and more broken than I had ever seen him. As I looked at the genuine panic on his face, I realized with hurt that he was telling the truth.

Samantha stared out the window, her thoughts twisting and flowing. Finally, she broke the silence. "Where's Tyler?" Owen's grip on the wheel tightened. He quickly looked at her, his expression unreadable. "He was on his way to find you when... there was an accident," he said carefully. Samantha's head snapped toward him, her eyes wide. "What? Is he okay?" "He's in the hospital," Owen said, his voice low. "He was unconscious when they took him in. I don't know his condition yet."

"Your old man is starting to think you aren't shit." With that, she turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Owen sat there alone, staring at the food she'd brought. He picked up the spoon, then set it back down. His hand went to his ribs where Damon had broken them, now healed but still aching sometimes. Everything ached these days. He looked at the papers scattered across his desk. Pack business. Things that needed his attention. Things he'd been ignoring while he wallowed in shame and guilt.

Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her. The woman was seated in a booth, taking the sixteen year old girls statement as another member of her team took fingerprints and pictures. Her long brown hair was tied back into a loose bun with a few strands of hair framing her face. She had a serious look across her innocent face, her large brown eyes soft and captivating but somehow determined. Her perky pink lips full and mesmerising as she spoke, she handed the girl her desk number, when she stood, he could see her more clearly, her maroon top fitted loosely as her detective badge re

But not while she is so weak and ill. I do know that the procedure was successful for him. Owen recovered. I have to hold onto that happening again. With no tainted blood, they should both be okay. I hope.

I messed up bad this time. However, my breath catches in throat with his next few words. “Why can’t you be like Owen? He has found his mate and is currently going through the mating process. He is also still in the race for the Beta position.” What? Owen has found his mate. Is that why I haven’t seen him or been able to contact him for the last few days? Ugh… My life sucks.

I’m more prepared this time. Tomorrow, I continue the plan. For the first time since all of this started, I’m not scared of what Owen might do next. The fear that used to sit heavily in my chest is mostly gone. After watching my parents tear down my door like I was nothing, after realizing how easily people who are supposed to protect you can hurt you, Owen Kyle loses his power. He can glare, threaten, watch me all he wants; none of it compares to what I’ve already survived. I don’t feel reckless. I feel steady. Almost excited. Like, I finally understand that I have nothing left to lose.

"This necessitates an urgent need for another transplant. Mr Dixon remains unconscious, and his condition is grave." Noah's face contorted slightly at the news, a mix of anxiety and a touch of regret flashing across his eyes. He stubbed out his cigarette and poured some wine into a glass for him. A reporter asked, "It is being said that neither Noah Johnson nor Sara Owen is present during this difficult time. What would you say about this?" "Miss Owen was here at the hospital continuously until the operation was concluded. However, after the procedure, she had to attend to some of her responsibilities. Mr. Jenkins has been in and out occasionally."