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But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

“Caden’s dealing with patrol rotations. Why?” “I need to talk to you.” I straightened. Her tone was direct, calm, but not tentative. I liked that. She didn’t shrink herself around me anymore. “I’m listening.” She exhaled slowly. “I’ve been in touch with Mara.” I nodded once. “The rogue Alpha?” “She’s not a rogue. Not anymore. She has a following—wolves who don’t belong anywhere else. Fighters. Survivors.” Mara had helped Kalilah when no one else was there.

He shouted back, “I did what I had to! The pack was slipping through my fingers. I wanted it for myself. If I gave him his child, if I gave him peace, he would have kept it all. I couldn’t allow it. I needed the power.” Wakanda’s voice thundered back, rage shaking his frame. “You destroyed my wife, my life, my blood! For power?” He slammed Zeus against the ground, their blades clattering. “You are no wolf. You are a plague!” Fiona crawled forward, tears still streaming, watching the two men collide with hate so deep it could swallow them whole. Her voice broke, raw and pleading. “Stop! Stop this!” But neither of them heard. Blood poured into the dirt. Steel clashed again.