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Utilizing the North’s intelligence network, Damian quickly pinpointed her in a remote town abroad. She was brought back to the Shadow Pack and faced judgment for deceit and betrayal. Ultimately, she was banished to the western wastelands, never to set foot back in the territory again. At the mating banquet, Damian took me to the terrace, our backs facing the dazzling night sky and serene snow peaks. “Fay, I’m not your fated mate, but I swear on my life to love you, protect you, and make you the happiest Luna under the stars.” Damian held me from behind, his voice husky but tender.

I'd half hoped he'd at the very least call to yell about his painting, but he couldn't even spare me his anger. ​But Wolveshedge took my mind off of all that. It was like a different world where everyone was happy all the goddamn time; I was half content with it and half disgusted with the level of joy in the atmosphere. The town was peaceful and everyone seemed to be content with their small little section on the map, even if they were so terribly discontented. But it was why I chose this place, wasn't it? To be safe and discontented, yet I couldn't chase the feeling of something missing from the discombobulated picture I was forming day by day.

“While you search for Lilith, Tristan and I can send some of our enforcers to see if there are any rumors or sightings of Lilith and any unfamiliar supernaturals. You wouldn’t happen to have an image of Lilith lying around?” Lucifer shakes his head. “Regrettably, I do not. Lilith and I were never truly close.” I think it over. “I’m not very artistic, but I can probably create a rendering of her likeness.” Mikhail raises his hand and signals for attention. “I can draw something up if you give me a good description.” Azazel salutes him. “I can attest to that. Mikhail is an incredibly accomplished artist.” “Alright.” I rise. “We will let you know if we discover anything new. All we ask is that