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Hearing a knock on the door, I glance around to see Kyson get up and answer it. When he opens the door, I see Dustin standing there, completely still in the doorframe.

“I release you from my command,” I say before waving my hand at him to come in, still lost in my troubled thoughts ofTandi’s words. Had he not crushed me in his hug, I would not have recognized I even released him yet.

“Thank god! Do you have any idea how annoying it is not being able to touch you?” Dustin growls as he crashes on top of me. I let out a breath and hug him back when Kyson clears his throat.

“Gay or not, get off my mate!” Kyson growls, wiggling his fingers at me to come to him. I roll my eyes, feeling his jealousy burn hot through the bond. Dustin chuckles but climbs off me, where I am pinned beneath him on the armchair. He kisses my forehead but lets me stand, and I wander over to Kyson, who is seated at his desk. He swivels in his chair before pulling me on his lap.

Dustin moves to Liam’s side, and both have their heads bowed down. They go over the documents Dustin had with him that he gave to Gannon earlier.

“You’ve been quiet,” Kyson murmurs next to my ear. I have been stuck in my mind on one thing Tandi said, but there was something that didn’t make sense. The only part of the entire thing, and that is Claire, Kyson’s sister.

“What are you thinking?” he purrs, tucking me closer to him as I stare at the Kingdoms on the map. More importantly, my parents’ Kingdom.

“I want to go home,” I tell him, and everyone in the room falls silent to look at me.

“You are home,” Kyson growls as worry bleeds into the bond, but I shake my head. Something is pulling me back to where it started, as if it would somehow make sense if I did.

“The answer is at home. I know we are missing something,” I tell him.

“There is nothing there for you anymore, Azalea.”

“You’re wrong. My family’s history is there. My history is there,” I tell him, turning on his lap to look at him.

“It’s out of the question. Do you have any idea how much work goes into rebuilding a kingdom? Getting the security and everything sorted? I can’t leave here, Azalea,” he snaps, clearly not wanting to debate this.

“I don’t mean to live there, Kyson. But the answers are there. We are missing something. So much isn’t adding up. Crux’s involvement doesn’t make sense.”

“Yes, and as Damian and I were discussing earlier, we will go to the council and present our case. At the very least, we need to make sure Tandi’s son is kept with her and Brock’s pack is dismantled. At least then, we can find out what Crux’s involvement with the hunters is. There has to be a reason, or Tandi is wrong, and they were newer council members. The council was built to protect the werewolf and Lycan way of life. They are bound to the pact they swore to,” Kyson explains.

“When did you take over the council?” I ask.

“After your parents were killed. The council went to the next in-line Kingdom, or the next Kingdom of reigning power,” but see, that is where I am struggling to keep up. If the council is bound to their holder, why would Marrissa kill Claire? She worked for the hunters, or supposedly did.

Chapter

Seventeen

AZALEA

The emotion coursing through the bond tells me Kyson is convinced it’s nothing but a coincidence, his mind rejecting the notion that the woman who raised me could be innocent. He needs to pin the blame on her, but after everything, I’m uncertain. Doubt lingers like a fog in my mind, obscuring the truth. I need something - a piece of the puzzle, a key to unlock my memory of that night.

Fragments and flashes flicker in my mind’s eye. I see Marrissa, her figure adorned in the hunter’s uniform, the insignia on her chest. But why do I sense that she didn’t call the hunters in?

How does this all connect to the missing rogue women and children? So many questions remain unanswered or shrouded in doubt. The threads of Ester and Trey’s story intertwine with Tandi’s, creating a web of intrigue and confusion. As they discuss what to do next, my eyes meet Trey’s, a flicker of understanding passing between us. His gaze shifts back to the box of documents he’s rummaging through, as if searching for a hidden truth he feels too.

“How did you know I’m alive?” My question hangs in the air, drawing everyone’s attention like a magnet.

“The sire bond. I still feel it. I was sired to you when you were born. It wasn’t until years later when it went dormant that I truly believed you were dead, like everyone else, the bond is always there but i've learned to shut it out, or it would have driven me insane,” Trey answers.

The weight of his words settles upon us all before fading into the background. Yet, for some reason, they sit oddly with me.

“What if that is the link to the dead children and rogue women?” The thought escapes my lips before I realize it, causing everyone to stop once more. Kyson leans forward from where we sit together, his lips grazing my shoulder.

“What are you talking about?” His question echoes the curiosity burning in the eyes of the others, while Trey seems lost in the depths of his thoughts.

“When did the children start going missing and turning up dead?” My words hang heavy in the air.

“After your parents’ murders,” Kyson and Damian respond simultaneously, their voices overlapping as they respond simultaneously.

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