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For the next few minutes, I keep trying to rouse my mate out of his state of unconsciousness by calling his name and reaching out for him through our mating bond. Eventually, the door opens, and the tell-tale clacking of heels against the concrete floor fills my ears. Madam Noir steps into my line of vision. She has a nasty black eye, and her right shoulder looks stiff. She's wearing red heels, and her nails are painted red. There's a blank look on her face, but I can feel the hostility oozing from her. Her gaze darkens when it falls on my mate. Her uninjured eye twitches and she heads towards the table, staring at the weapons with a sudden sparkle in her eyes.

Waiting for the perfect moment — the one that would destroy them both. The ceremony began. Catherine bowed before the pack, ready to lead the invocation to the Moon Goddess. The instant she bent forward, I released the train, pulled the encrypted phone from my pocket, and hit play. Catherine's recorded conversation with the enemy wolves echoed across the ceremonial grounds. Every drop of color drained from her face. "No — it's not what it sounds like! Blake, the recording is fake! She's jealous of your love for me — she's framing me!" I pointed at the two male wolves trying to slip away in the crowd.

“You’re a warrior, ladybug. I’m proud of you. So tell me what organization you’re in?” She studied me for a moment and said, “I can’t tell you that.” “Or you’re gonna have to kill me?” She shook her head in amusement. “No, but one of these days we might bump into one of them. You just have to trust me on this one.” “Not associated with Obsidian? Have you met Dane before you came back?” “Nope, but I had a brief encounter with one of the members.” “Kain?” “Yes. He’s a werecat, but from what I heard, he’s a—”

Catherine said with a genuine look in her eyes. Now that things had gotten this far, Xyla knew that Five Batton must have told Catherine everything between them. He didn’t have a choice. After all, the only effective way was if Catherine came out and denied everything publicly. Xyla didn’t say anything else, and instead, she nodded. “Thank you. I am Xyla Quest.” With that, Xyla extended a hand to Catherine. Catherine immediately tossed her bouquet of wilted flowers away before rubbing her hands on her pants and quickly holding Xyla’s hand. “It’s my pleasure to meet you… Sister-in… I mean, Xyla,” Catherine said warmly.

I put my forehead to his and tightened my grip on his nape. We concealed our platinum blond hair under our heavy cloaks to hide our identity on our way to the meet, though the crawlers already knew who we were since we were the only beings with cloaks. They also knew what we were capable of and most stayed away from us. "Our true king had given us the word, the succubus will die soon," I said to Cato, remembering the message that was passed on to me by the anonymous crawlers who were now detained at king Armand's dungeon. I made sure they knew who they were dealing with when one of them decided to speak their mind. The lowly demon spoke in crawleans when they demanded that I free them. Then

“Take me there right away.” “Please come with me.” Robin tagged him towards the stairs. But, they weren’t the only ones out there. Someone was tagging them along from behind. And, it was none other than Noir herself. She followed them like an thief cat waiting for it's prey to be vulnerable and catch them anymoment now. “Our secret is going to stay with us only. I’m not going to let you find out about it, Robin.” Back in the office. Picado held out one red file, and opens it in front of them.

Pulling my wrist from Kierian’s grasp, I moved to the other end of the table. I hadn’t told anyone what this was about. Only Slater knew, and he asked for the meeting. I don’t know what he said, but I was surprised with how many showed up. Feeling nervous again, I inhaled deeply to fill my lungs. Slowly exhaling, I knew that whether I was ready or not, it was time to start. “As some of you know, my identity was a secret when I came here. For those that don’t know, I am the daughter of Alpha Blackwood.”

As they get ready for the coronation, which is set to start at noon, they are all grinning. There were guests everywhere, and there was a lively buzz about the pack. There were lots of sounds coming from the pack as people were chatting about the evening's event. After the event, everyone seemed to adore Freya and Lucius. It was no longer a mystery that the werewolf council's leader wasn't as good as he had claimed to be; everyone was aware of what had happened. The fact that Lucius's father was the late Lycan, who previously led the werewolf council, is now well known.

I quickly answered the call. "Hello, is this Alpha Aidan of Nightblade Pack?" A man's voice came through the phone. "Yes. Who are you?" I asked cautiously. "Eric. I'm an officer with the International Werewolf Council. I have some unfortunate news to tell you." There was a pause on the other end, and I felt a bad premonition, my heartbeat racing. "Your mate, Luna Freya, was in a plane crash. We need you to come and identify the body."