Page 188 of Wolf Roulette

I got that breaking my promise reflected poorly on him as leader. He was the one to tell me after all. Trust with the pack was everything.

But ouch.

“Read the contents of the boxes,” Mandy said. “They’re the male Luther version of a love letter, and it’s common practice for pack females to keep the capture meet notes always. Bringing it here is my way of saying sorry.”

“For hitting me or blocking my number on Sascha’s phone?”

The delta winked. “Both. I’d hate for him to fuck things up after all this time by being a damn moron. When did ignoring a woman ever work out for a man? Seriously.”

I’d say never. “He has a right to be angry. But I didn’t tell the tribe to hurt the pack.”

She waved a hand. “Most of the pack see what you’re trying to do, and most of us are old enough to understand simple rules can’t exist in a complicated game.”

I’d never thought of it that way. “You still shouldn’t have brought the boxes here.”

The delta smirked. “But you’re glad I did. How soon after I leave will you start reading?”

The stewards and Vissimo were currently practicing. I’d watched on for the first hour to see how the tribe reacted now they were aware of our guests’ supernatural natures.

I’d join them in three hours to go over my part.

Until then, I’d planned to agonise over the game tonight.

I cocked a brow. “Fair point.”

“Am I forgiven?”

“As long as you leave. I’ve got some reading to do.”

After helping her with the remaining boxes, I listened for the sounds of her leaving before removing the lid of the box labelledOne.

Inside were stacks of thick folders. I extracted the top folder and retreated to the only free sofa chair.

The first page was dated less than two weeks after Ragna’s death.

I met her tonight.

My mate.At last.

She’s human.

I pushed her in a hole before I realised what was happening. Her anger stole my breath.

Stewards came upon us, so I trapped her in the hole, hoping to return after the game, but the tribe found her.

She was really scared.

… I might have fucked that up.

My dreams are filled with the smell of vanilla, oranges, liquorice, and pumpkin spice. The woman in them still doesn’t have a face or a name.

I can’t rest until I know who she is.

The scribbled note was followed by pictures of me leaving the manor and entering the riverside apartment.

My jaw dropped.

He followed me after that night,I said to Booker.

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