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I pull my phone from my pocket to check the time, but the screen remains stubbornly black.
I press the power button. Nothing.
Damn. Did I forget to charge it?
Now I'll need to showerandcharge my phone before heading back to Grace.
I hope she hasn't tried to call me. The girl puts on a brave face, but she's deeply anxious underneath all her forced composure. She hates being alone.
Well, nothing to do but get moving. I'll be back to her soon enough.
More important is what I'm going to tell her little guard dog boyfriend. How do I explain a basement full of caged wolves? And a dead sanguimancer. From what I've gleaned over my years of travel, people here have never evenheardof sanguimancers.
Maybe I'll just leave an anonymous tip. The less I have to explain myself, the better.
Chapter nineteen
Caine: Unnatural Silence (I)
CAINE
I stalk through the banquet hall, my vision tinged with crimson rage. The Fiddleback wolves cower against the floor tiles, submission rippling through their bodies as my dominance rolls over them. But I don't care about their fear.
I need answers.
"Halloway!" My roar shakes the crystal chandeliers. "Face me, you coward!"
Jack-Eye's voice cuts through the mess in my head.Hospital says there's no patient registered under Grace's name. No blonde human female admitted in the last 48 hours. She's gone.
The world stops.
Everything narrows to a pinpoint of blinding rage. My chest constricts. My skin burns.
Grace. My Grace. Gone.
Where is she?
"Halloway!"
Movement flickers at the edge of my vision. The wolves on the floor—supposedly flattened by my dominance—spring to their feet with impossible speed. Eyes gleam with malice, not fear.
Chaos erupts.
Bodies twist and contort. Bones snap and reform at unnatural speed—alpha speed, and yet too many. Their shifts should take longer. They don't.
I dodge the first attack, and claws graze my shoulder. The wound burns like silver, hindering my natural healing.
As expected, something's deeply wrong with this pack.
Fenris appears beside me, a colossus of midnight fur and crackling blue energy.This was a trap.
The blessings of the Lycan Throne are manifold; my tattoos allow Fenris a body of his own, but they also give me control of mine.
Lycan. Wolf and human. I can use either form at will.
Together, we are a force few can survive. Where Fenris is black, I am white. Where he glows blue, I glow red.
Favored by the gods. Marked to rule.
