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BROCK
“They took her.”
As Devin’s words register, something inside of me snaps.
I’m practically fucking feral as I shove through the others gathered around him while he lays there bleeding out, and all I can see is red. The red of his blood, the red of my anger. The red of our enemies’ blood that I’ll spill to get her back.
Cole’s bent over Devin now, using a wadded-up sweatshirt to put pressure on his wound. It’s no use; the guy is clearly dying. Not to be a heartless prick, but we need to know what he knows before he does.
“Where’d they take her?!” I demand, my wolf dangerously close to tearing through.
Cole turns over his shoulder to shoot me a look of warning. “Give him a second,” he growls. I have no idea how the fuck he’s so calm right now.
Devin’s lips tremble as they part. “Chris… traitor…”
That’s all it takes. A roar tears from my throat as I shift on the spot, landing o
C.J. PrimerI've said this before, but it bears repeating: trust the process. This is an ongoing story. There are still about ten chapters left and a lot can happen!
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