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kirts of the city. The overwhelming scent of roasted espresso beans and burnt

door before settling on my pale face. He reached into his jacket an

rely above a whisper. "He said to tell you: *Go get

mb tracing the worn plastic. "T

ightening. "Dallas thinks you are propert

e was a shadow of its former glory, much like my fallen Pack. Mrs. Danvers, our loyal housekeeper, met me at the door. She

ace, but his Alpha aura still crackled in the air, sharp and unyielding. His piercing eyes immediately caugh

oice thick with suppressed fury. "The Moon Goddess's bond cann

rd the far bookshelf. "Behind th

he cold steel keypad of the hidden safe. The heavy door clicked open. Insid

fingers tracing the printed

e patted my head and dismissed it as a "cute academic project." He had absolutely no idea t

heavy, black titanium card into

his eyes burning with a fierce, protective

dows across the overgrown lawn. The cool evening breeze kissed my cheeks, but the fire in my veins bu

nt documents, and the black titanium card side-by-side

clear photo of the items, and a

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nly a second before it vibrated in my

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