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He’s planning something.
Something big.
And the full moon is tonight.
Ember crosses the room in three strides and rips the schedule printout from the board. “He’s syncing the attacks to the lunar cycle,” she mutters, scanning the notes. “He’s going to leave town tonight. We’ve got to go in before that happens.”
I swallow hard, my voice steady even as my stomach churns. “He’s not just a killer, Ember. He’s a tactician.”
“And today,” Ember says grimly, “we walk into his trap.”
I look toward the door, dread curling in my gut. I can feel it rising in the air like static before lightning. The full moon’s power tugging at the wolves, dragging out the worst in them.
We’re out of time.
I’m not sure we’re ready.
Chapter twenty-eight
Games of Fate
NOAH
I’m still trying to find Marcus. He didn’t show up to work today, and no one has seen him anywhere.
Same with Sera. Something is going on.
And now I’m really getting worried.
I’m dialing my sixth contact when my phone buzzes. I glance at the screen and freeze.
Sera.
“Hi Noah.” I hear her voice. Relief crashes over me like a collapsing wave, stealing the strength from my knees until I have to sit, my hands trembling as the breath I didn't know I was holding rushes out in a shaky exhale.
But it’s not my Sera. It’s the real Sera.
“This is Agent Lyra Ashwood of the FBI.” So she’s with the law.
She’s at the police station. And she wants me to come down and answer a few questions. They have Bode and his crew in custody.
My fingers tighten around the phone at the mention of his name. The sharp sting of my claws threatening to breach skin is the only thing grounding me.
It confirms all my suspicions. Her secrecy, her instincts, the way she always seemed two steps ahead. I should feel betrayed. I should feel lied to. But I don’t. I just feel…hope. Because if she’s been playing undercover, maybe I haven’t lost her. Maybe what we have isn’t broken beyond repair. If…she can forgive me for turning Marcus.
She hangs up quickly. No small talk.
In the rush and excitement, I forget to ask her about him. Marcus. Of course I do. That’s what she does to me—makes everything else fade.
But Bode—
The image of Sera beneath him, his mark on her neck, her breath catching under his hands—it twists in my chest like a knife. I want to rip the memory out. I want to kill him again and again. But that image isn’t fading as quickly as I would like.
Forgiveness? Not the way of an alpha.
But fate doesn’t care about grudges. I know she’s mine. My mate. My match. And if I have to burn down the world to prove it, I will.
I close my eyes, and there she is.
