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I want to rage and scream as I scope out Ben’s pack this afternoon. It is patrolled and locked up tighter than Fort Knox. There is no way even with Lunaricaine that I can get TJ in and out of here to plant explosives unseen. The damn council is here and I swear every warrior must be working overtime. Some of them are from Maren’s pack. I guess Ben let them join his.
I pace the forest with my group. None of them dare to speak. Keogh and Willard know better than to say anything as they feel the fury rolling from me. Everything has gone wrong the last seven months. All the plotting and planning I did. Years of work going down the drain. We’ve been watching for hours and not a single chance. I yank my phone out wanting to snarl as I text TJ. Little bastard will be thrilled. He didn’t wan
