uring Wanji’s unsolicited recap of boring werewolf history. A snide retort hung on the tip of her sharp tongue, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, legs fol

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odating a laptop. Hadiza knew this. Legs crossed at her ankles with lines etching deep into her forehead as sh

loor, the bed sunk with her weight as she propped her elbows on her knees. She

n, relaxed at the appearance of a tiny scowl on Hadiza’s face and a faint smile curved her glossy mouth which

hair into a big bun atop her head, leaving two strands of hurriedly done twists to frame her face, she said, “

have cost yo

n her soft skin which bloomed a faint pink at the impact, already on her feet

nstant reproach. Yes, their Alpha was dead but it was from natural causes and stubbornness on his part. The ageing process slowed for t

know I can take care of myself, right?” A corner of Wanji’s lips twitched. “Fine, Wanji. You know I can take care of myself, most times

een, laptop propped on her knees as the motionless figure came to life. Hadiza shuffled to stand behind her, eyes zeroed in on her w

her tone. Wanji snorted, her hand coming to squeeze Ha

ook good,” her

corrected, “w

ty camera,” Wanji volunteered. Looking over her shoulder, she paused the vid

business. No one was allowed to cross over to the other pack without prior permission from its Alpha. Hadiza fro

hought that a pack member could have witnessed her carelessness had her insides knotting with an indeciphera

shrug. “

iend’s response registered and she straightened up, hands akimbo with a scowl. “What do you mean you don’t know? You said it yourself, you

video, her mouth parted but Hadiza beat her to it. “There,” she said, tapping the screen twice. “I’m headed

when the laptop went blank. She hit the replay button over and over again, getting the same response each time Za wandered south or

ke another contact with the sleek metallic device would

e. Distorted images. Black screen. The silence lingered to a point of suffocati

As if struck by lightning, she sprung to her feet, slapping a palm over her forehea

h no love lost between them. Alphaeus didn’t worry her as much as Elmusay, a true gamma who now ruled Naph

ed to say, “Okay.” With her head downcast, fingers d

w she might have ventured into those packs without permission. Her mind reeled with

lity of war. Was this her way of convincing the council of her credibility? With

ame rushing back to her. Zebulun’s sickness, his death and the burial she was yet to plan and her chest constricted. She wheezed, blinking back the tears racing to

iend’s hand clutching her knee, bringing it to her laps. “We will check for the prints, everything will be fin

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free. Tears poured down her cheeks as memories of her and her brother crashed over her. Blinded by her tears