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Chapter 17: No Were Ever
Oleksander's burning gaze settles on Caine. "No were," he repeats himself. "Ever." Caine ignores my grandfather's warning, turning to Andre. "I have twenty in my pack," he says as though his king hasn't spoken a word. The Dumont leader's smirk pinpricks my anger awake again. "Will that suffice?" My grandfather is on his feet with a roar, the gathered wereguards standing back as he hurtles himself down the steps, already transforming, and toward Caine. Clothing tears away, shreds of my grandfather's white shirt and dark dress pants fluttering to the floor as his wereshape rends the fabric to pieces. He's moving fast, a bullet of fur, claws and fangs, power pushing out in front of him. The Californian leader doesn't try to dodge him, though the Dumonts step out of the way while Oleksander
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