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Hunter It had been almost an hour, and our mate was still sobbing uncontrollably on my lap. I was so f*****g mad at Grayson and his pack for scaring our mate that I could k1ll them. How dare they act like that toward her. We had known his pack for most of our lives and aside from the king and his men, they were our closest allies. None of that mattered though, anyone who messed with our mate would meet our wrath. They had come to us earlier in the day looking for answers from our mate, but she was still asleep, and we refused to wake her. I guess they got sick of waiting and picked the worst possible time to verbally attack her. Maddox said she had only awoken a few minutes earlier, and he still hadn't gotten a chance to ask for her name yet. Deep down, I understood why Grayson's
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