The Chosen Mate Of The Lycan King
Meanwhile
In the Black Fang bar, Rory and Van Gav sat quietly, They had forgotten their mugs, their voices were filled with worry, and they could only listen to the neighboring booth where the Patrol officers warned others to never do this.
Rory’s voice was rough, his eyes moving to the door, waiting for Scar.
“He’s taking too long,” he muttered, his hands shaking.
“That officer, Ryk, he’s trouble.” He continued.
Van Gav felt frustrated.
“Mud?” he said, his hands shaking.
“Rory, what if he knows? That’s where we grabbed the Luna. If he saw the mud, we’re done.” He continued.
Rory nodded he looked equally as worried.
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