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And I'm on the frontline.

Chapter 4

THEO

I’ve never witnessed a werewolf panicking upon a command. Up until now, as the strange werewolf breathes in staggered pants. Its eyes roll back, and a lilting sigh escapes the wolf’s lips.

And without warning, it falls to its side. There’s a loud thump! when it lands, and then silence.

“Huh?” I leer as I take a step forward. Leaning over the unconscious wolf, I snap my fingers in front of its face.

Nothing. Not even a flinch. It really just passed out when I demanded it shift into human form.

Strange, I think as I huff a breath and kneel at its head. Though the wolf is large, my strength allows me to lift its broad form over my shoulder.

The walk back to Overton is like a walk of shame. Except, I’m carrying a wolf into the dead of night. My silent prayers are answered when I reach the empty pack den.

No one to question me… Good. Though no one would dare think to question why I’m lugging a limp wolf into the den without a stitch of clothing on.

As soon as I’m inside, I take the lift down to the last level of the den.

The dungeon – a stone-walled room containing holding cells. Something we thought might be useful in the impending war, when we caught our enemies and needed to question their motives.

Not to throw a lone wolf inside. Even as I do, dragging the wolf into the first cell, I frown. The absurdity of the whole thing only hits me when I take a step back and see the wolf laying on the mattress on the floor.

It’s out cold. There’s no real need to lock the cell, so all I do is pull the door closed.

‘Alpha Theo…’ comes a mind link from the Beta. ‘... Is that you in the den?’

‘Yes,’ I send in reply as I take the lift back up. ‘I’m coming up.’

As soon as I’m out of the lift on the ground floor, I grab a coat off the hanger. Liam enters the den just in time to see me buttoning up the coat.

“What happened?” he asks with a frown.

“Don’t,” I warn him with a raised brow. When he nods, I make my way to the main office with the surveillance screens.

“Jarrod told me you stormed out of the den earlier,” Liam says as he follows me into the office. “Is everything okay?”

I grunt when I find the once-crumpled letter on my desk. Jarrod must have salvaged it from there. I toss it over the desk toward Liam.

“Cyrus Savage is an impatient bastard,” I snarl as I watch the Beta read the letter, brows furrowing steadily.

“... Because of your hesitation to come to a decision…” he reads aloud, “... I have no other choice but to change mine. In exchange for an alliance, I will take your sister as my bride.”

Liam looks up with infuriated eyes, mirroring the way I feel all over again.

“He’s crazy.”

“Crazy doesn’t even cut it,” I scoff as I lean back, swaying in the swivel chair and staring at the ceiling. “There’s no way I’m giving my sister up as collateral for this alliance.”

“So, what happens now?” Liam blows out a breath as he takes a seat.

“We can’t ignore the warning signs,” I shiver. “Dark Fang already suffered the loss of their leader.”

“We’re not losing you,” my Beta assures.

“We’re not losing anyone,” I correct him. Tucking my bottom lip between my teeth, in deep thought. Contemplating my next move. When an idea comes to me, I turn to Liam. “Arrange for a meeting with the entire pack. Everyone over eighteen.”

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