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CHAPTER 64
Thomas Pov I tried to stay calm for them as it felt that I was being taken as a joke. The shabby hotel that Ulfric arranged for us to stay in was far from the comfort we were accustomed to in our pack. The flickering neon sign outside seemed to mock our distress. "Are you kidding me?" I growled, seizing the informant by the neck. The rage that had simmered beneath the surface erupted at that moment. "Is this some kind of twisted joke? Annabel is not just another name; she's a vital part of our pack, and you brought us to a random stranger?" The informant, struggling under my grip, managed to gasp out an apology. "Alpha Thomas, I swear it wasn't intentional. The scent was similar, and Ulfric thought—" Lombard, who rarely showed any affection towards Annabel, chimed in, "You thought wron
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