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He tapped away, reaching out for his coffee, only to flinch hard when a Witch landed atop his desk. He sighed, watching as his dark roast coffee poured over the side of it.

“I hope you have a good reason for intruding,” he said as he leaned back, gathering his hands together in his lap to prevent him from attacking the shrew.

“Where is she?” Lanias demanded, her tone clearly hostile.

Tiller's ears twitched as his golden eyes remained forward. “Where is ‘who’?” he asked. “I cannot answer your question if you don’t tell me who you’re looking for.”

“I am not playing with you, Fox.” Madame lifted her hand up, the black tendril she was known for whipping towards him. His body phased before he landed lightly behind her. His hands inside his pockets.

“I find it rude for someone to accuse me of something without informing me of what they think I did.” He clicked his tongue, watching her turn around to face him. “I would gladly answer you after you explain to me why you invaded my office and why you saw fit to attack me.”

One minute, Lanias was atop his desk. The next, she stood in front of him. Her black eyes coldly glittering, and her black-colored lips reared back in a sneer. “Your dog has one of mywitches, a witch I’ve been looking for since she disappeared a few months ago.”

Tiller quirked a brow at her words. “And your evidence of this?”

She crossed her arms. “One of my witches is gifted in tracking magic, she tracked her leaving from our realm for the human one, accompanied by a werewolf.”

“And how can you be sure it’s my puppy?” Tiller demanded, copying her pose, his white tail moved back and forth lazily behind him. “It could be any werewolf; God knows Veil City is full of them.”

She narrowed her eyes on him. “Don’t be stupid. You and I both know I have someone watching you. You’re the only one who sent a werewolf out of the country recently, more specifically, you sent him to Tennessee.”

Tiller gritted his teeth, releasing a mental curse. He turned and released a whistle. A black golem dropped from the ceiling, “Get me those damn Jackals; I wouldn’t be in the dark unless those fuckers worked together.” The golem went to leave, “And—” It paused. “I don’t care how dick deep they are, tell them they will either come now. Or I’ll put them back in the place I found them.” The golem nodded before completely exiting the room. He turned back to Lanias, “Now tell me everything you know about this witch.”

The Marked Path

Malcolm

Malcom hungrily kissed the person beneath him, the bed creaking under his continuous onslaught. Nails scratched at his back, as little mewls egged him on. All his life he’d waited to get his mate, legs spread and pinned beneath him.

Tightening his hold of his mates wrist, he looked down at them with a piercing stare. Eager to see their face crumble from the ceaseless ecstasy he provided them with. Brown eyes watered as the holder of said eyes, tried to decide whetherthey were experiencing pleasure or pain, and when they did decide he enjoyed watching them embrace the pain while taking delight in him gorging himself on their spine tingling lasciviousness.

“Ah, that’s it baby, you’re so tight, come on, you can hold me tighter. I know you can,” he soothed as he started deepening his thrust and just as he felt himself reaching the peak, something hit him in his back, and his eyes popped open.

Sitting up, Malcolm sleepily looked around the cabin room. When he realized he’d been dreaming, he grimaced and looked down, only to see he’d spilled in his sweatpants. Nervous, he looked over his shoulder at Eliza, realizing that she’d been the one to kick him in the back. She was the reason he’d had a pleasurable yet frustrating dream every night since her little show in the shower.

Groaning, he stood and decided to go ahead and get ready. Robert had offered to take him to the campsite, so now was a good time to get up and head out.

He decided to pretend it had nothing to do with trying not to come face-to-face with the star of his dream just yet.

“Isthis where they were last seen?

Malcolm queried from where he crouched looking down at the dirt. He pressed his fingers into the ground.

“Yes." One of the guards who’d gone running with him said, holding a blanket out towards him. “The teens usually hang out here and camp out.”

Malcolm hadn’t expected the wolves who kept up the security of the place to assist him in his search for clues. But the minute he’d entered the main mess hall and told his uncle what he’dplanned to do, Robert had asked for volunteers to assist him. A few of the men stood up without protest and had gone with him.

The part of him that had worked for Tiller didn’t believe the offer to be innocent. Robert wanted him to be watched; whether it was an effort to keep him from sneaking away or to make sure no one got it in their head to bump heads with him, he didn’t know.

The change to wolf form hadn’t been as hard as he’d thought it would be maybe it was because he was back home.

Usually, he had to wrestle with his bloodlust longer and quell it, but the change today had been done seamlessly. With little issue, they’d run three miles to a well-known campground where Teen Wolves hung out.

Seeing the blanket out of the corner of his eye, he took it as he stood, wrapping it around his hip. “In the report, it was stated that they were last seen by the guards setting up camp, and by the time the guards did their second check, they were gone.” He sniffed the air, his eyes narrowing. “There is barely anything left in the air; just the faint traces of spilled blood.”

The other man nodded as he tied his own blanket into place.

Malcolm watched as a few other guards walked over to what looked like an emergency chest.

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