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Chapter 9
King Cameron’s POV This can’t be good. The Red Night pack has been growing in size and power for months now. The way they move, the way they surround and pick off other packs one werewolf at a time, the way they can cover their scent… Everything is pointing towards Lycan involvement. In my territory. But who? I rub my chin as I look at my phone, hoping for someone to tell me more information. Could it be the Southern territory? Could they really be that angry over the past? I run my hands through my hair and inhale, breathing deeply of Ava’s scent. Her scent is all around me, it’s overwhelming. I want to throw my phone away and take her here and now on her small, unmade bed. I’m a king damnit. I have to control myself. I can’t let this tiny she-wolf control me, or the things I want
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