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<i>LUCAS</i>
The air is thick with tension as we approach the heart of the ckwood packnds. Every step is calcted, every movement deliberate. One false move can jeopardize everything. A single shifter can alert an entire pack.
I can’t afford that.
Not when Ava’s life hangs in the bnce.
Vester moves like a wraith beside me, his footfalls silent despite the underbrush beneath our boots. The four shifters nking us are some of the most loyal and strongest members of the pack, well–versed in reconnaissance. Between their skills and the scent diffusers coating us to avoid detection, we make it through their territory without incident.
Our cars are still in White Peak, so getting Ava out will be an ordeal, especially since she can’t shift. Alpha Xavier’s offer of help hase in handy; once we get her, we just have to call in a distraction.
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Hopefully by the time they realize what it is, we’ll be in cars and on our way back to Westwoodnds.
Nightfall cloaks our approach as we close in on the Grey home, a modest suburban home to the edge of the territory, as most high–ranking wolves are. No wolf likes to be enclosed on all sides by buildings.
Vester signals for us to hold position as he links with Ryder, who’s already with the Silvermoon forces. With the Whispering Pines pack territory between
Silvermoon and ckwood, Xavier had to submit an informal request to the Whispering Pines pack to allow his forces through.
The Whispering Pines pack has turned a blind eye to the situation, allowing them to camp on the border of theirnds, and now we have a distraction from a direction that bastard ckwood would never expect.
Momentster, Ryder links with me. They’re in
position near the border and ready to cause a stir. All we have to do is wait.
Each minute passes with agonizing peace. I can see the asional sh of Ava in her window, looking stressed as she paces. Two guards stroll the perimeter.
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They aren’t even ranked wolves; they’re weak. It won’t be hard to overpower them before they can alert
anyone.
Then, much <b>as </b>a small me can burst into an <b>inferno</b>. there’s activity. A flurry of it, seen in glimpses through bright windows.
Alexander Grey and his daughter, Jessa, rush out of the house, taking separate cars. They’re silent, though <b>I </b>imagine their minds are cacophonous with pack links.
Grace is still inside. She’s weaker than she appears, <b>but </b>she’s intelligent. We’ll have to avoid her mind–linking to warn anyone of what’s going on here.
I nod to Vester and the four shifters we’ve dragged
into this mess of a mission.
Vester, <i>you’re </i>with <i>me</i><i>. </i><i>We </i>have to overpower the beta’s <i>mate </i>before <i>she </i><i>can </i>sound <i>the </i>rm. You four<i>, </i>break off into <i>pairs </i>and <i>take </i><i>the </i>guards. Remember, they <i>can’t </i>have <i>the </i><i>chance </i><i>to </i>mind<i>–</i><i>link </i>any of <i>their </i>pack, or <i>we’ll </i><i>be </i>fighting <i>all </i>of them<i>.</i>
They all nod in unison, faces grim and determined.
Let’s <i>go</i><i>.</i>
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We move in a tight formation, the world around us fading into our breath, our every movement. My focus narrows to the scents drifting on the crisp night air- humid summer nights, pine trees, and the scent of a particr brand of perfume, with jasmine and honey
notes carried through an open window.
A silent hand signal, and we split off. Vester and I veer toward the back entrance while the others nk the guards patrolling the perimeter. Time slows as we wait with bated breath for the telltale signs of engagement.
Suddenly, a muffled grunt shatters the silence. followed by another in rapid session. The guards have been neutralized with ruthless efficiency, just as we’d nned.
Vester meets my gaze. No words are necessary; a single nod and we proceed. The door is unlocked, to our surprise, but as one we slip through it, our steps a mere breath against the hardwood floors.
Perfumed fragrance tickles my nose as it grows stronger. My wolf strains against its restraints, growling with the thirst for the hunt. But I can’t afford to lose control, not yet. Not until Ava is safe.
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The kitchen is open and airy, making it easy to slip through without knocking into anything. I can smell my mate’s presence, and it’s almost impossible to wrest control from my wolf as he slinks low in my mind. Vester is a silent shadow at my back with every
step closer to our target.
In the living room, I can see her silhouette just around the wall. She’s peering outside, but her bodynguage
isn’t on alert.
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I meet Vester’s gaze, and he gives a slight nod. In one fluid motion, I draw the syringe filled with wolfsbane from my pocket. It was a calcted risk to bring it with us, in case of any idents–but it’s worth more. than its weight in gold.
The only concoction on this fatal to every wolf.
It shouldn’t be enough to kill her… Not yet, anyway. Maybe in a few days, if we’re lucky.
I rush into the room, watching as her body tenses when she realizes something’s wrong. She has no
chance to act on her instinct as I stab into her neck
with the syringe, depressing the plunger at almost the
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same time.
Even a single drop can interfere in her ability to transmit across mind links. Her body crumples in an instant, unconscious before she can make a sound. I stand over her prone form, my heart pounding in my ears. The scent of jasmine and honey mingles with the acrid tang of wolfsbane, making my nose burn.
Part of me wants nothing more than to end her life right here, right now. She’s beenplicit in Ava’s imprisonment, and the thought of her suffering brings
a twisted sense of satisfaction. But I can’t. It’s rare for
mates to sense severe injury, but it’s impossible not to notice your mate’s death.
Alerting Alexander is out of the question.
-Grinding my teeth, I turn away from Grace’s
unconscious form.
My wolf stirs restlessly, pacing in the confines of my mind as I creep up the stairs. I can’t sense anyone except Ava, but I’m not taking chances.
The tantalizing scent that grows stronger with each step is torture on my senses.
Ava
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Vester falls in step behind me as we make our way down the hall, our movements purposeful. He’s here to keep me from losing my mind in my mate.
<i>The </i>area is <i>secure</i>, one of my men reports through the pack link. <i>We’ve </i><i>hidden </i><i>the </i><i>bodies </i><i>from </i><i>view</i><i>.</i>
Good. Thest thing we need is for someone to notice the bodies.
Atst, we reach Ava’s room. Her scent is
overpowering here, a heady mix of honey, vani, and something distinctly her own. My wolf strains against his restraints, desperate to im what’s ours.
Steeling myself, I reach for the door handle-
A blur of movement, and suddenly there’s a knife shing towards my face. I jerk back just in time, feeling the breeze of disced air past my cheek. My heart thunders and my wolf howls as Ie
face–to–face with the woman I’ve been longing to see.
Ava.