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We coordinate our thrusts and retreats so we move like a well-oiled machine, taking off limbs first before we land our killing blows.

In a quarter of an hour, we are the only ones left standing. Gathering our dead man and burning the corpses is the only thing left to do, so I take my exit, knowing I would have to look his mother in the eyes in the morning, and give her the terrible news.

I hate this part of my responsibilities.

No job was without its downsides, but this, relaying news of their death to a sentinel’s family, was the only part which was genuinely difficult for me.

I had looked into the eyes of my alpha as he told me of my parents’ death, and now I did that, watching the light and innocence leave the eyes of the bereaved. Fuck! I curse under my breath.

I return home under the bright rays of the morning sun. I had first taken a plunge in a stream on the way back before I took a real shower to get all the remaining gore off me. I look myself over before I step in to continue my fight with Angelina.

I am clean of it all. My body at least. My mind still replays each moment I could have done something different to save Dwight’s life.

I shake my head to rid myself of the thought as I step in.

“Lina!” I call out, in hopes that the diminutive of her name would brighten her mood. There is no response. I walk from room to room and their emptiness mocks me with silence.

I search every room, before I call Alyssa, Josie, Jon, even Maric, and then everyone she had spoken to or befriended.

Angelina is gone.

Chapter 10

Angelina

I have only been on college grounds for two days, but I had spent most of them staying out of sight so Williem or anyone he has looking for me. They will not get a glimpse of me.

Getting sunglasses and a hat was the final step in my plan to evade Williem because it would mean I didn’t have to hide from the cameras and Eric.

I knew they would be looking for me, probably to make sure everyone around me is safe but they don’t need to bother. I have a plan.

I have the location of an abandoned basement cellar with reinforced iron bars. If all else failed, I would lock myself in it in 4 days, and if I become a rogue I wouldn’t be able to get out, and the timed email would be sent to Eric so Williem could finish me off.

See! It is a perfect plan, if there was such a thing.

I am wandering through the streets and I have just put on a hat I found really pretty when I hear a slight growl reminiscent of a dog. But I know it isn’t. I know this particular sound very well.

Walking a couple more blocks, I notice it keeps to the dark alleys and thick shadows, but it is following me for sure. Good. If it is looking for me in particular, then it would follow me out of here.

I have no idea how or why it could remain unnoticed in the middle of town or how it could know where I was, but seeing it on my return from a cafe and chatting session with Emily late in the evening was bad news. Very bad news.

“Go on without me. Please. I have to get some batteries”

“For what? Your battery operated boyfriend?” She laughs, I have no will to laugh but I force out one so she doesn’t notice anything off.

“Sure. It isn’t easy being without a real man. Unlike someone I know.” I tease her, keeping my attention on the shadowy alley where it lurks until she finally leaves.

The rogue stares at me, and with my heightened eyesight, I can see it as clearly as it can see me. Those eyes possess cunning intelligence, and I immediately decide on the smartest thing to do.

I make a plan on how I can get to the boundaries of the wolf territory. If it follows me there, the rangers and sentinels can eliminate the threat.

First I have to get a vehicle. I know I can’t run all the way there despite the strength of my will.

This isn’t the safest thing for me to do. I know that, but I have a responsibility to the people of this town.

If this rogue is following me, then it is not killing or infecting anybody else, I reason.

This is the stupid heroic shit that gets people killed in the movies. I remind myself as I search for a vehicle I can temporarily commandeer; Lake’s fancy word for stealing.

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