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Determined to keep going, I was about to turn away when she grabbed my arm.

“Emely,” I grumbled annoyed, because I was getting tired of it. I didn’t like being pushed around.

“It’s about the Ruisangors.”

I was surprised that she had come tomeabout that. After all, I had nothing to do with them.

At a slow pace, I looked around, but there was no sign of any of the three guys.

“What are they doing here?”, I inquired.

“I don’t know... I thought you’d have more of a clue.”

I immediately regretted taking an interest. Because normally I stayed out of exactlythiskind of trouble.

Of course, I should have known what to expect at Vanderwood, but I hadn’t been able to afford other universities. Inwardly, I was annoyed by this.

“I have nothing to do with any of this stuff, remember?”

“But...” Emely wanted to start, but I interrupted her.

“No, nobuts. I’m not part of your pack. When are you going to realize it?”

Anger rose in my chest, not at Emely, but at her father, Nickolas Copeland. He had set his own daughter up to get me into his pack, and now I had even ended up in a lodge with his arrogant son. At least I had my own room, even if I would have preferred the king suite I had been mistakenly promised.

I didn’t know if it could have been worse, but the very thought of spending three whole years studying at a university with them was driving me nuts.

Determined not to waste any more time with even one of them, I turned around.

The only one I felt sorry for in all this chaos was Emely. Sure, it was annoying what she did every day. But we had been good friends.Back when my mother used to...

No. I didn’t want to think about that. She wasn’t alive anymore, for those very reasons. I had been weak and had turned, and I never wanted to show that weakness again.

Emely said nothing. And that was good. She had to know when to stop.

I went back to the modern student accommodation, hoping to find some peace in my solitude, butfateseemed to want to smack me in the face.

Chapter 19

Adrian

“How dare you set foot on this ground!” It sounded like an accusation and less like a question.

ThisDr. Copeland, who Bastien had said was the Alpha dog of the wolves, had kept his cool until just now. But at that moment, it was over. He paced back and forth while nervously playing with the cufflinks of his vest, decorated with noble patterns.

Wolves, as always, did not have their emotions under control.

I had never met an Alpha before, but Nickolas confirmed that it was a waste of time. I did not doubt his strength, or the danger that his kind posed to ours. But his nervousness took away all seriousness from him.Adogwho thought he had something to say.

I sat with my blood brothers on one of the two dark green leather couches in a larger salon adjoining the university director’s office. A huge glazed arched window provided a view outside to the campus lawn and parking lot.

Bastien’s car was still there. I knew those morons wouldn’t dare touch our belongings. If they had parked their car onourproperty, we would have reduced it to rubble.

“We have a contract,” the Alpha warned more calmly now.

“And this one still stands,” Bastien retorted.

If my mentor was tense, he didn’t let it show.

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