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one of my gamma’s voices came through the mind link. “What is it, Billy?” “The red wolves are marching, going north,” Billy said. Red wolves? They have been in hiding for centuries. I knew Ripley was a red wolf. I never had any problems with them. Why would they march toward the north? “Get one of the gamma’s to keep an eye on them, and get the cars ready. We are going on a trip,” I mind linked Gamma Billy. -*-*-*- Jamie POV “Come on, beautiful. You have to eat something,” Ares’ soft voice pulled me out of the darkness.

Chapter 55 LIAM I sealed the letter to Alpha Killian with wax, pressing the Blackwood sigil into the crimson surface. The contents of the letter was simple enough. I had just confirmed that we would attending his son ceremony as well as preparations that had to be made before our arrival. A sigh left my lips and My eyes fell on another parchment half buried beneath reports. It was Ruel's second letter. I had been ignoring it for days, but curiosity was niggling at me again.

The award from yesterday caught the light. I touched it gently. “I didn’t need him to fall,” I said aloud. “I needed him to see.” I picked up my phone. Opened a new note. Not a message. Not a letter. Just a truth. Redemption doesn’t always mean reunion. Sometimes it just means release. I closed the app. Turned off the light. And for the first time, Damian’s name didn’t echo like a wound.

This was all just too much. "If you feel that you still haven’t redeemed yourself, then how about this." Artemis tried, lifting a perfectly manicured finger to her lips. "Why don’t you live for me?" "Live for you?" I repeated in confusion. "What do you mean?" "I will grant you life once more and you, in return, will use that life to do nothing but good." "I’m not sure if I want that life." I admitted. "A life where I don’t remember my mate or our child is just..."

His eyes turned pure red not leaving any sign of blue. “Ask her. Oh yes, she won’t.” Reed smirked tightening his hold on his neck. “I would never make a deal with the witches, especially not with my ‘mate’ on the line. The letter was not for her, it was for me. They wanted to get back on me and I am not gonna let that happen”

As a result, I could recognize his handwriting at the first glance. Following the pieces with my name, I hurriedly flipped through these unordered pieces trying to connect the few words. The more I read at it, my whole heart seemed to be suspended in the air. And I was extremely shocked. This was a family letter from my father to Aidan when he was still the Alpha of the Red Pack. The content of these pieces were incoherent. But I did see a few key sentences: "Listen, Aidan. Bradley Claus seems to be near our Red Pack lately......

“What does it say?” “I didn't read it. It's a handwritten letter with the red tag on it” As soon as he said that, my head snapped to his side. A handwritten letter with a red tag is the highest communication mode in the Jager Clan. It's sent from someone of a higher rank. It's an important letter that can't be ignored. The red tag is the blood of two people combined. What does father have to say that is so important? “Drop it and leave” I said. Kael dropped it on the centre table and left, closing the door behind him.

I thought I changed my address information everywhere, but apparently, I missed something. Letting out a slow exhale, I went through advertising leaflets until my gaze halted on one letter with a bird's wing in the logo and the name Ravenford Foundation. My breath caught in my throat. Why in the world would I receive a letter from them? "That doesn't make any sense," I muttered just as Joy returned with wine and chocolate-mint ice cream. "What doesn't make sense?" She cocked her head, glancing at the letter I held in my hand.

Damien was cold but he was sentimental on the inside so the first combination I tried was Marcus’ birthday and it clicked open immediately. Really? Inside it were some cash, a gun, and some other documents. Nestled between them was an envelope that just seemed to shine through on its own like I was being led by instinct. I fished it out urgently and in it was a letter. This was it. Had to be it. My heart slammed against my ribcage as I opened the letter in question. About ninety-five percent of it was redacted. But something stood out. A name that made everything inside of me shake.

Her stomach churned. Cael turned to Jared. "Bring the letter." The beta promptly handed over the envelope sealed with red wax. The Bloodclaw crest was clear as a scar: a wolf with open fangs wreathed in flames. Cael broke the seal and unfolded the letter slowly. Aurora kept her eyes on him, feeling her chest tighten. With every line he read, his expression grew darker. The aura around his body vibrated, dense, almost threatening. When he finished, he folded the paper carefully and handed it to Jared.