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Until a bone-chilling howl tears through the air, echoing in the cave just behind me, and my heart sinks.

Andras must’ve seen me, and if he didn’t, someone else in the Blood Moon pack has found my cage empty and realized I’m gone.

That only means one thing.

The chase is on.

Chapter 4

Mathis

Okay, this isri-goddamn-diculous.

I massage the ache in my chest, but it’s not going away.

Not anytime soon.

Outside the window, the view is the same as it has been since I rode my father’s shoulders as a child: a beautiful swollen moon above the dark tree line, and peace.

Looks are deceiving.

All four of us managed to get off the mountain and escape absolute slaughter, only to retreat home with our tails between our legs.

Torin, the fucking coward, went back to his pristine tower in the middle of the city. Talk about a huge ego to compensate for a small cock.

He took his beta with him, and then my own beta took off.

“What have we become?” I mutter out loud.

My breath fogs the glass, and I pull back until it clears.

My office is empty without the Moonstone taking up space. It was only a small crystal, able to fit in the cradle ofmy palm, but…themagic. The energy, the luck that brought it into my keeping in the first place.

Not to mention the woman able to waltz into my house and out again with that stone in hand.

Andras has her.

He ripped her and the stone right out from under our damn noses.

It’s been him all along, manipulating things to his favor, pulling strings to get his way. He has Ren, the crystal, and the women from my pack.

How do I get ahead of him, to stop him from doing anything else?

Fromtakinganyone else?

Groaning, I run a hand through my hair, over the stubble on my chin and jaw. Hoping against hope I'll be able to pull my own mental shit together to get things done.

Andras and his wolves…where are they located?

How do we track them down to get her back? And once we find that out…how do we get into their stronghold?

And how the hell do I do it without Dax?

I turn from the window before I send my fist through it.

That kind of shit isn’t tolerable. My father prioritized family, rules, responsibility. If I can’t win by doing the right thing, then it isn’t a win at all.

But there are a lot of missing pieces to the puzzle. With Dax gone, I’ve only got a handful of deltas out there looking for answers. And there’s only so much I can do alone.

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