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my feet, naked, barefoot, already running down the hall of the pack hou

I don't know how

te. The place had been torn open... literally. A hole

f smoke, sweat, blood... and somet

ollowing behind me. I held up a hand, stopping h

ken. One of the beds was overturned. A broken mirror

e, woven through her ess

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ed? And why did my w

ing and irregular. She'd run-fast. Faster than an om

k. Dread gna

on't worry, Layla. Soon, you'll be nothing at all." She

past me in blurry. The moon was a pale s

night. The kind of energy that makes every

A howl-clear and furious

om awe. That wasn't an omega screaming.

st out of the underbrush, h

" I grabbed h

, shifted? There'

t it happened. Her body just... bu

ng like it. Silver fur. Eyes that glowed like fire.

sked. "Where

ard the eastern hill. "Toward the

omega dared to step. I found her near the b

She was huge. Strong. Her limbs moved with ease a

st beautiful;

ooked at me-right through me-as if she knew every t

t she didn't move, either. Then Sage appeared, stepp

id, her voice a low song. "Y

es narrowing. "What

the truth,"

your father worked

th?" Sage turned her gaze to

orn," Kade said.

eath

, but she didn't move

than I ever had... less t

ha blood," S

about. But you can't hid

lly, it

's impossible. Her rec

doing when he took her in? You think it was kindness that kept her close? No

h moved before my brain caught up

hter of Lucian Thorn. The one your father

cian Thorn. The name I'd only ever heard in whispers. The re

Layla w

er-really loo

e surrounding ground. Power my father must've feared

I had refused her. "Oh Goddess," I sai

nly watched me with that

ed... fur pulling back, bones re-f

g in the moonlight, silver hair twis

t pretend you didn't k

hing. Like I wasn't worth a seco

rd, heart beati

ke glass. "You don't g

t know what I am," she conti

r toy. I'm not your pity. And I'm not

right," I rasped. "You're not

and walked past me, her body

h a blanket and wra

ge the moon's chosen," she said. "And now that s

. I sat in the war room, looking at the

ok. She had

d for over a decade, and

r Alphas fo

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it would be written in folklore because the last tru