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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO

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"So you've been able to scry all this while, and you said nothing?" I asked Makila in disbelief.

She rolled her eyes. "Please don't start with me right now. Your mate hates me. I'm practically a free prisoner here, and half the pack would tear me apart if I so much has looked at someone the wrong way. Do you really think that if I'd come smiling and saying 'hey, I can help you find your child,' I would have been taken seriously?"

Remembering how Maverick had so casually dismissed my ideas, I stayed down at my feet, unable to give her a definite answer.

"I thought so," she said. "Anyways, unlike what you think, it actually isn't scrying. There are no magical crystal balls here. Instead, all I simply have to do is hold on to something belonging to Amaranthine."

"Will her favourite toy work?"

She nodded, and I quickly excused myself to go and retrieve the brown bear that usually sat in the cot with her.

I returned and handed it over to her, feeling jittery and expectant. I just hop
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