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"Everything's ready for the pack rites, but are you sure our Luna won't be there?"

Delta Ryder looks as exhausted as feel. Aside from the moments I stole to be with Ava at the expense of my pack duties, I've had no sleep or rest.

My wolf has been silent in my head since she left. We don't have the connection that Ava seems to have with Selene-

our conversations aren't as in depth, and he doesn't feel like a completely separate entity as their bond is-but he still feels the loss of his pack children keenly.

He doesn't even have a name, and I can't believe I've never asked

him about it.

I've always called him my wolf.

"No. She's intending to visit with her mother again and see if she can glean any more information." Not that I'm sure why. I want to tell Kellan to drag her back to Westwood at all costs, but that's a terrible way to Despite having a magnet for trouble, I need to let her make decisions for herself.

Rubbing between my eyebrows, I shuffle through more reports. Another dead scout, though we can't find his body.

Ryder has a few humans he trusts in the Unregistered city, but we

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have no word from them and no way to check on them. They don't

like we do

limited by distance, but

large wolf packs. Even the rogue shifters allowed within their city lin Ryder's tension

Nothing.

a single lead outside of what Ava's

on this Mad Prince?

even verify he exists," Ryder agrees quietly.

contain the flare of irritation at a delta daring to question their

if he has no idea who gave me

that has my mental hackles rippling. "I didn't

lean back in my chair, the weight

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"Stand at ease, Ryder."

"What else can you tell me about the pack rites?" The words feel like sandpaper on my tongue. A funeral for all

too soon.

their Elder Healer arrived an hour ago to show solidarity during the service. Ryder's voice is steady, but I can see the pain in his eyes. "Your funeral clothes are ready for you in your qu Fury lashes through me, hot and sharp. All those innocent lives lost, and for

updates." His

a hand over my face. "I'll call them in the morning." Even though we have no news, no hope to give them. Their daughter is still missing, likely

me. "I'll talk to them." Though I already know what a disaster

to handle this kind

aware of their jurisdiction and would only send

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issues at play-were to join the

more

investigate

asking for more bodies to add to the death toll, and the Unregistered don't play nicely with any

door.

have a hard time," Ryder points out, echoing

snap, my frayed nerves getting the better of me. Taking a deep breath,

but I can see the strain on his face. We're all pushed to our limits, desperate for a break in the case, some way to

stand abruptly, needing to move, to do something. "I'm going to check on the preparations for the rites.