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My little lamb

Sandro paced around the large meeting hall and balled his hands into fists. He gritted his teeth and glared at nothing in particular. How had he not noticed?

He must have been too preoccupied with his problem to have thought of that.

Allesia had escaped the same way as Arabella, and he wondered how no one saw her leave as well.

He glared at the gathered Werewolves, and his eyes narrowed on Francis.

"Where the hell is Janice?"

Francis stood to his feet abruptly. He shook his head and wrung his finger together. "I do not know." He stammered, avoiding the glare Sandro was shooting his way.

Francis hadn't seen Janice since last night. And he assumed she was mad at him for having kissed her without permission.

It wasn't his fault, he had wanted to do so, and he had used the opportunity.

"How the hell don't you know? Isn't she your girl?!" Sandro glared.

"She isn't my girl," Francis mumbled. Then he heaved a breath and glanced around as if she'd magically popped out.

But she had also denied
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