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Ashleigh Barker spotted him and waved enthusiastically from where she sat with Pippa Mallory. “Oh god no,” Rhett said under his breath. Ashleigh and Pippa were low-ranked in the pack and two or three years younger than the Triquetra and had always gaped at them with the blend of hero-worship and fear that was typical of a lot of the pack. It would give them a thrill to be the source of his meal, he was sure, and that was just a little too weird. He wasn’t sure that his stomach could take it after the espresso incident.

I was happy for her and I wouldn't want to be the one to ruin her life. I sighed heavily as I made my way out of the hall with a sad look plastered on my face. I was scared that someone would see me if I was to walk out of the hall with a sad face but I was glad that nobody saw my face. As soon as I walked out of the pack's hall I heard a loud growl which shooked the pack's ground from it's foundation that I fear that the houses built in the pack would collapse. After a few seconds the whole pack was covered with a smell and aura. I could feel the aura wanting me to submit but I tried hard to keep my stand but I couldn't. I fell on my knees involuntarily. I tried hard to stand up but I could

Zaika's pov I carried Sasha past racks of drying deer hide, roasting venison, and small pups chasing each other around. It made me smile to see them so carefree. I also felt that these wolves weren't rogues at all. They had formed a pack under the female Alpha. It was impressive. "I wonder how Boris knew that they were east of Ivan's land?" I mentioned it to Einar and he huffed but did not reply. Scarlett led me to a large round turf hut.

TORREN POV I’m caught. Standing in plain sight on the screen. With my ghost mask and black clothing of course. The shot is taken from the corridor camera angle I thought I’d handled. Clearly hadn’t handled well enough. Not that last night’s search wasn’t already an indication. Apparently destroying their gloves, their pucks, their dignity, and hitting two of them with paint balls warranted an assembly where teachers are absent and the heirs handle us like we're not age mates. It seems I truly rattled the preppy heirs and they're showing us Michigan Prep’s version of justice: gather everyone into one room and perform authority from a raised platform.

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Wondering if this was some wolf gossip. “She told Ricca.” Ricca was another elder she-wolf. One of Marta’s close friends. The younger she-wolves did tend to confide in the elder ones. And Ricca was odd. A bit apart from the group. Like Zyra is. So, it made sense that she was the one Zyra confided in. “Does it seem like the pack has been ultra tense lately?” Racer murmured to the ceiling. Something is off. I feel like something bad is coming.”

"Him and eleven others. Lola, Dax, and Mac were the only ones on that mission that made it outta there alive. D*mned hunters just ambushed 'em. That last potluck was the last time things really felt whole." "Do you really think the Blood Dogs and the Howlers can keep the peace long enough to eat together?" I asked. "Guess we'll see," he said with a shrug. Once we got off work, Brat and I decided to cook together at her place before we'd ride to the dinner with Bonnie, Red, and Gunner. Brat made an extra-large batch of chili con carne while I worked on a pasta salad. "Make, like, ten times more than you think you need," Brat told me. "Werewolves have huge appetites."

“That’s not what I think should have happened. I mean, who cares who Shaun chose? What their pack does isn’t anyone’s business. I’m just saying that Vincent Dawn HAS to be behind this. I’m just confused because now he’s put his whole pack and his allies in danger.” The door creaked open and Allie-Jean walked out. She was dressed now and there was still sleep in her eyes. “What’s going on?” She asked. Peter and I looked at each other uneasily, but just for a moment. I knew I was going to have to tell her as soon as possible or her brother would show up and tell her himself. I had to prepare her and the rest of our pack NOW. War was now declared. So I told her.

I whispered into the empty room. [Why did the stream cut out just now?] [Alison's dead? How did that happen? And why's her skin missing? That's so scary!] [Out of the original six, only three players are alive… And how is the pick-me girl still here? It makes zero sense. Also, why is Lonnie going to the GM's office? Dude's digging his own grave!] [Wait, why is the pick-me girl following him?] "This is the GM's office?" Lonnie muttered.

Tell me more. Then I hear a cough. This fucking be an emergency, or I will shred you…I said, getting up, helping Emily to her feet. We got a message that more infected had been released. But…just a few times a year, to be exact, every five minutes, about. Thank you, go now and sound the alarm. Wait, no, don’t. We will get them before the pack. Let’s go, Emily. Lock yourself in the room and wait for me.