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Bradf
had dragged back from the borderlands-a wolfless gir
cracked cowhide medical manual into my hands and murmured, "Go to Riverport. Treat Frankli
as the man I'd been sent to save-and that I'd come back to the Fuentes hou
arved crookedly into cheap stone, without even a decent engraving. A freezing wind whipped dead leaves against
to make my eyes ache. A uniformed Beta driver stood by the rear door. When I approached, he didn't bow. He just y
slid into the wide leather seat. A thick cl
the Fuentes Group. He wore a perfectly tailored Italian suit, his eyes fixed
ncoln crunched over gravel and rolled forward. Insi
ay-brown eyes on me. His gaze dragged over my faded jeans an
older from the side compartment, and to
ow and weighted with the usual Alpha command. "Now that
h the folder. My right fingers tapped against
eased his full Alpha pressure in the cramped cabin. By werewolf law,
stir the pureblood White Wolf lineage sleeping in my vei
t the Fuentes name?" My vo
and, the sapphire ring on his finger flashin
at his raised palm, and the cold i
tsiders, you will never mention your dead mother. And keep your mouth shut abou
into false calm. "Barbara is a generous Luna. As long
ore my eyes. I twirled a strand of black
ort's hierarchy. "Most importantly, never offend the Lycan Lord, Franklin Wolfe. A pureblood Ly
my knee. The wolf-shaped birthmark on th
lass-walled pack towers glowed under the setting sun. I closed
tes engraved with the Fuentes wolf crest slid open. The Lincoln stopped in fron
Derrick straightened his tie and
t my face. I slung my old backpack over one shoulder and stepped onto the
ilt on my mother's blood and
and blocked the doorway, staring at
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