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Rita had fully recovered too and has been bugging me about wanting to leave, but I cannot let her go yet, knowing that David is still searching for her earnestly. She did not tell me what happened, but I have been able to gather the details of all that transpired between her and David with the help of a private detective. The person they attacked while trying to escape has also sworn revenge as well, so it will not be a smart move to let her go.

I had felt a strong pull to her, but what would that mean for me, or for my pack? Surprisingly for an older man Elder Scott moved through the ten miles rather quickly. When we were done he said the protection spell was as strong as ever, but for an extra layer of protection he did some spell to make it even stronger. I wasn’t sure that I ever believed in all the witch stuff, but after Sierra healed me I definitely believe in it now. I thought about what Elder Scott told me and became even more nervous for tonight. For werewolves to find their mates was a huge deal, even more-so for the Alpha. The pack would not like a non-werewolf as their Luna. How could she even be a Luna? She could never

Standing at the front of a thousand witches I was a bit scared staring at the eyes of everyone who looked at me. "Today marks the end of a chapter and the beginning of a book, we lost four of our witches today including our past Queen mother. The rouge pack has dropped a milestone on us and have shuffled the reins of our foundation and strength. We stand together to place them in peace as they rest on and to give them a second chance at life above, with us or down below us. Rest on Soldiers" She dropped the fire touch on their bodies as we all chanted the death song, everyone was pissed and thirsty for revenge.

His own wolf confirmed it when he whimpers at the sound of her painful calls. Not too far away, just before the borders of the pack – on the top of a cliff, Grace’s majestic black wolf stands tall yet broken. She yowls in pain, but also finally gives away her secret. She eventually hears a howl, her mate calling out to her in his yearning howl. But both, Grace and Jinx, were set on their plan. Jinx lowered her head and gently picked up the teddy bear, taking one good look at the pack’s mansion before turning around and crossing the pack’s border.

“Listen to me,” Victor growled, his grip on Grace's shoulder tightened as he forced her to sit on the bed. His eyes were filled with rage, his jaw clenched in frustration. “There are consequences for our family and our reputation if Jack doesn't marry Mr. Caleb Brooks’ granddaughter.” Grace's eyes welled up with tears, she shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, “No, I don't want any of my children to go through what I went through.”

I would only be satisfied when she felt the same pain I once did. Just then, a sleepy voice cut through the tension. "Who's making all that noise first thing in the morning?" Grace appeared beside me, wearing loose pajamas. Only then did I realize that she was taller than Madison. She wrapped one arm around my waist like it was second nature, then looked Madison up and down. "You really came all the way to my house to find him?" Madison swallowed hard but stood her ground. "Don't get cocky. I'm the one Mr. Vaughn personally approved as Caleb's future wife."

Sweat slid from his temple. "The sad part," I said, looking into his eyes, "is that she waited, and you never came. You took Vivian Miller, the town councilman's daughter, to New York instead. You used my grandmother's scholarship documents, her life story, and her name. You became a Columbia professor. Vivian became the brilliant artist who escaped coal country." I lifted my hand and pointed at the woman beside him. "The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller."

I hate to see him that way, but it is understandable. We hear a thud on the porch and then cackling. We rush to the front door, and Ryan opens it, shielding us behind him. Grace is on the front porch, and she is in pain. "She got away, but I was able to bind her temporarily. At least you can save the uncles before she kills them. She will be back with an army. I am just too old to fight anymore," Grace says. Ryan scoops the old witch into his arms. "Can she stay here? She is a thorn in Crane's side, and it would be best to keep them apart," Libby pleads with Ryan.

My mind reeled with the information, and I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of relationship she and Riftan had. “But don’t worry. Their relationship is anything but sexual. Grace was charmed by Chase as soon as she was allowed to stay here, and never has she ever eyed the ALpha that way. I mean, have you seen Chase? That man only has to smile and every girl in the world becomes his instantly. Anyway, anything between Grace and the Alpha was doomed even before it could begin. He too was way too busy to entertain the thought of a witch.” She said with a rapid wave of her hand. Just then, two maids dressed in black skirts and white shirts appeared from the other corner, and Venice (that’s rig

‘Issac and I are safe, but we can’t figure out how to get out of here. I almost want to smile hearing her, but she’s still trapped and my wolf and I still don’t like that. ‘What’s going on? How are we talking?’ Dean asks her. ‘Witch is dead. She must have been the reason the mind-links weren’t working.’ Grace explains, and we start moving towards her again. ‘And you’re, okay?’ I ask her. The hesitation makes me move a little faster. ‘A little beat up, but I’m fine.’ She tells me, and that fire flares again.