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The white wolf scented the air, searching for her prey

The commander hadn’t ventured into the forest lately, but that would change Sooner or later, the traitorous bastard would cohold, venture beyond the protection of brick and ical boundary erected by the Sorcerer

He’d put aside the shadows on his soul, even if teet that his ability as a Seer was severely ha for solitude, to feel the wind in his face, his toes digging into the soft earth, he’d let his wolf loose Go for a run

And if all went as planned, he would never return

Settling in, she watched Waited She burned to see the expression on his face when he realized his past had finally coreat twist of irony, he had sired his own executioner, and his sins would be paid for with his blood It was all that mattered, all she lived for

Soon, her father would die

“The valy unstable,” Nick Westfall said, face grim as he studied each et a handle on the rogues, they’re going to end up exposing the entire paranormal world to the human race”

Resting his elbows on the conference rooled to understand his co It wasn’t as if he was completely deaf anymore When he was a kid, he and his friends would while away the su pool So to one another underwater and trying to decipher the hter His current predicament was like that—without the amusement

But over the past fewas he was looking directly at the speaker and concentrating hard, he could catch most of as said

It was a vast improvement over the total deafness he’d been left with after the Pack’s Sorcerer had created an explosion of lightning that had literally rocked the earth Progress, yes—but a long way fro healed

Because his brain injury had left hi shot to hell

Despair swelled in his chest, and he fought it down yet again The blinding headaches were as bad as they’d been in the beginning Maybe worse Every day, the feelings of helplessness, uselessness, got harder to take He feared he was no longer an asset to his team, but a burden A waste of space

Sort of hard to s, considering Zan was the Pack’s Healer His Psy gift allowed him to heal everyone except hiether

For years, his Pack brothers and their erous paranormal predators had been his whole life, and now his future wasn’t looking too bright His days on the tea the “normal” human world wasn’t an option

Where that left hi place in his head

Shaking hiain on what Nick was telling them

“capture one of theodda, he consulted soue problem on a ranch in Texas”

“Texas?” Zan lanced around and saw the sa his attention to Nick

“Not their usual sto cities, where it’s easier to blend in and feed and where one more dead homeless person will hardly be noted But for whatever reason, it see a ranch in East Texas The owners were shocked last hen a couple of hands found tith their throats slashed and only a round should’ve been soaked”

There was a murmur around the rooe animals if they’re desperate for food What’s unusual is that the ani the daytime”

A loud exclaht, and he needed no clarification to interpret it as a curse Glancing over, he saw Aric Savage lean forward in his chair and rest his elbows on the conference table The redhead looked pissed as he pushed his long hair from his face

“The bastards are walking during the day no the hell are theythat?”

Nick shook his head “No idea, which is another reason we need one of them alive”

“I doubt this reached your desk because of a couple of dead cows,” Zan said, working to enunciate clearly He hated how his voice nore the gazes that swung in his direction “There must be more”

“You’re right It wasn’t the cows that got our friends in Washington , throat slashed and body drained He went out early to check the cattle, and his horse cahtered cattle, so when this news caovernment sent in a couple of suits to keep local law enforcement at bay”

General Jarrod Grant was an old friend of Nick’s and one of the only allies in Washington whoue situation was serious

Zan snorted “I bet that went over well When do we leave?”