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The search
(Hours before the search) He should have gone back to her, he should have listened to his wolf, but right then he was too hurt, too angry with Alvira, and with himself. So Rygan did not bother going back into the party after his fight with Elise, instead making a straight exit to the main door. He could hardly concentrate, especially after what had just transpired between him and Elise. He bolted out of the room as his wolf still whined to go back to Elise. It wasn’t long until he heard the sound of fast feet and someone following him. The scent was presumably owned by Alvira. “Gods, Rygan, will you please stop for a second?!” She yelled at him. She didn’t know what she had cost him or what a mess his life was, all for one night with her that he couldn't even recall fully or how she g
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