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by Veronica Del Rosa


  Restless, he paced the room, walking past the bed to the door and back again. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and growled with aggression. A huge, dark gray wolf, larger than most wolves, he neared four feet tall at the highest point on his shoulders.

  The intelligence gleaming in his bright amber eyes pissed him off. He didn’t want his human side so close to the surface. Escape into his animal’s baser instincts, run free without worry and fear. He didn’t want to think about what was happening to her, how he’d failed to save her.

  The urge to slam into the mirror took hold and he almost gave into it. Splinter his reflection, destroy it. Fragmented himself, it seemed fitting for his reflection to echo his state of mind. Pinning his ears back, he exposed his teeth in a snarl and turned his back on the mirror. None of this was helping her.

  For three months, he searched for her. He called in every favour, sent his whole pack out each night and had not a single lead on his missing pack mate, his Beta. She was still alive, he sensed her and yet, he was no closer to finding her as the day she went missing.

  He told her involvement with that damn Mage Enforcer would cause her trouble. But she was too frigging stubborn and pig-headed to listen to him. She was very by-the-book when it came to her job, however she refused to follow orders about her personal life. And look where that got her: kidnapped, tortured and who knows what else.

  He shook his head, trying to free his mind of human thoughts, wanting to lose himself in his other half. Tonight, he was going to hunt. He needed blood in his mouth, the ripping of flesh and the taste of meat. A green space in the city, the woods behind his house were teeming with wildlife and his muscles quivered in anticipation.

  Dashing out of his bedroom, he pounded down the stairs and through the hallway. He had enough presence of mind to use the sliding door in the kitchen and not break the window, unlike the previous time. His pack mates were getting tired of cleaning up broken glass.

 

 

 


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