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Fenrir had never been around shifters before besides Grace. But from how they looked at him and then got down on one knee and bowed, they could tell he wasn’t a mere shifter.

“What’s your name?” Fenrir called.

“Aldard, my lord.”

My lord? No. Nope. Not even.

“Aldard, what happened with your pack?”

“It’s rather a long story, my lord. You see, Grace’s mother Fay was married to a man who-”

“I know all about Grace’s parentage. What happened?” Fenrir fought to keep his control.

“Her father returned with a group of rogues and retook our pack and our lands about a month ago. He was looking for Grace. He became cruel and violent when we refused to tell him where she was. We were able to get away, but there were still a few left that we couldn’t get out. Other elders, he’s been keeping prisoner. Grace learned of this, and she left.”

Fenrir growled. “She went to face off with him?”

Aldard cleared his throat. “Well… uh… I tried to tell her, but she was so excited about meeting her father that she impulsively took off.”

“And none of you went with her? None of you tried to stop her?”

The pack stared at the ground.

Grace. His Grace had gone off to defend a group of people unwilling to fight for themselves.

“Where did she go?” Loki asked.

“Are packlands are north of Bakersfield by about fifty miles.”

Loki strode forward and pulled out his phone. “Show me.”

“It’s fine,” said Fenrir. “I know right where they are.”

Loki looked at him, confused for a second, and then nodded.

Fenrir dialed Grace’s number for the fourth time. It went straight to voicemail. His beast roared in frustration. He reached out to her through their connection. She was angry. Angry and scared.

He needed to get to her.

“When did she leave?” Fenrir demanded.

“About a while ago. I’m not quite sure,” said Frigg.

Dammit.Even if he ran flat out in wolf form, it would still take him a minimum of an hour and a half to get there.

“I can get us there,” said Loki.

Fenrir hated flying. He hated teleportation more, but since Loki didn’t know exactly where they were going, he couldn’t do that. So flying it was. He had no choice.

Suddenly pain seared Fenrir’s wrists. He looked down, and there was nothing there.

Grace.Someone was hurting Grace.

Fenrir roared, and his fangs elongated.

“What’s the matter?” Loki asked.

“Grace. Someone is hurting her.”

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