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Chapter 22

Rolf

H e paced and paced, the silver chains burning into his skin the more he walked. He let out a frustrated howl. He needed to hunt. He needed to chase. He needed to kill.

His ears twitched each time he heard an owl hoot or the floorboards creak. It felt like he had been down here hours, so much rage and pent-up emotion roiling underneath his fur.

But then, the forest grew still.

Vampires. He would know that feeling of creeping death anywhere.

His wolf growled low, ready to fight for the one thing that kept him going.

Adeline.