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I shrugged. “What does it matter where I’m from? I’m alone and I’m not stupid. I know the chances of someone like me being targeted. But I am not looking for a new pack, if that is what this is.”

His eyes narrowed and the small door slid shut, leaving me a second for my anger to flair. I would break this fucking door down if I had to.

I stood there, coming up with a backup plan, showing Colton glimpses of what I’d seen. At least they would not walk in blind. Not if I could help it.

The door creaked on hinges that had seen better days. They could have just crumbled and fallen apart with the amount of rust packed on them.

“Welcome to the Order of Helios. You cross us and your old pack will look like lambs. But no one will force your allegiance to a pack, and you get a share in the business. Report to Lucian.”

I nodded and walked past him.

“That’s it? You just let me in?”

He shrugged. “There are more of us than there are of you. Also, the magic here wouldn’t attract someone who is of the pack mind. So welcome to heaven or hell. Depends on you. Cross us and it will be hell.”

The walls were high enough no wolf could jump them. This was a rudimentary fort, but inside was a small city. There were several stands that shifters gathered around, drinking and laughing. All male.

I turned away from them and looked back at the male who had just let me in. He was already back to the door but gave me one more parting word of wisdom.

“Go that direction and look for the red door.”

All he got from me was a grunt.

I took in everything I could.

There are more wolves here than I’d have guessed.

The presence of my pack gave me a confidence that I didn’t need. I needed to be near my mate. My hands ached to feel her against me.

Kiara?

The bond between us was strained under whatever was wrong with her. I could feel her fear earlier and as much as I hated it, it meant she was somewhat responsive. The silence in my mind and the absence of the feel of her wolf? It still wasn’t the worst thing I’d felt. No. I’d always assumed my pain of losing her the first time had been the worst feeling in the world until I’d felt her fear.

Seconds ticked by and she was still silent. The tightness in my chest becoming an annoying constant. Absently, I rubbed at my pec trying to pretend like it didn’t bother me.

Dirt shifted under my bare feet and I passed by a bench with what looked like piles of shorts folded somewhat neatly. I grabbed a pair and slid them on, noticing that most of the males were at least in some form of modesty. But that was about it.

A few males eyed me before turning back to conversations. One nodded towards me and I gave him the same courtesy. The acid in my stomach churned. No one here deserved my pity or my courtesy.

The air smelled of so many different wolves I sneezed at the rank mixture.

I’d tracked them for miles. Heard them think they’d lost me when I’d retreated to the forest. I sneered to myself. Just because I’d stopped trying to catch a truck that I was clearly outnumbered on, didn’t mean I’d stopped. Surprise, assholes.

It had been far smarter to watch and learn and figure out what was going on. The strings of the bond, of my mate, pulsed weakly, and it could be assumed she was alive. If she wasn’t, I was going to start with the pack. The one I was certain was behind this shit.

Nessa had been on the truck, and her scent was just as strong here as was my mates.

She’d pay if she wasn’t already.

Red door. No, not yet. Half the hobbles didn’t even have proper doors. Tattered rags covered the entrances. Not that it looked like this lot needed privacy. There wasn’t a female to be seen yet.

What the hell would a bunch of rogues do with females if they weren’t using them?

My senses pulsed alive as I felt my mate’s heart-rate spike.

Devon?

My steps faltered as I tried to determine her direction, but the glare of one too many eyes told me to keep going to the red door.

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