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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

mind link like we do

by distance,

do business with the outside world, they are almost completely closed to any of the large wolf packs. Even the rogue shifters allowed within their city lin Ryder's tension in front of my desk

Nothing.

single lead outside of what Ava's learned from her

even a rumor on this Mad Prince? That's what you're telling

he exists," Ryder agrees quietly. "Are you absolutely positive on

contain the flare of irritation at a delta daring to

no idea who gave

delta's hands go up in a placating gesture that has

at my beard. and lean back in my chair, the weight of responsibility crushing my chest. After a few moments, I force

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"Stand at ease, Ryder."

me about the pack rites?" The words feel like sandpaper on my tongue. A funeral

too soon.

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 what? I have

hours for updates." His too-calm words pull

Even though we have no news, no hope to give them. Their daughter is still missing,

Though I already know what a disaster that

equipped to handle this

well aware of their jurisdiction

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to

more

human can investigate a supernatural

add to the death toll, and the Unregistered don't play nicely with any government

door.

likely to have a

Taking a deep breath, I

on his face. We're all pushed to our limits, desperate for a break in the case, some way to strike back at

needing to move, to do something. "I'm going to check on the preparations for the rites. Keep me updated if