Chapter 80.
Fredrick ran to the border, Søren clawing at his mind to be let out. The danger was real, and he wondered if this was the RFW along with the C.U.N.T.S and whoever else had sided with them were attacking, catching them on the back foot, totally underprepared.
Becca stepped towards her mate, her heart beating wildly in her chest. Silver was their Achilles heel, and they both knew the dangers that came with a silver bullet. Becca closed her eyes slightly, the image of her beloved father shot with a silver bullet in the international freedom war, lying dead on the floor of the Edensor Packs pub. If it weren’t for Hannah placing her fingers into the wound, grabbing the silver bullet, and pulling it out of him, along with her mother’s tears, as Becca herself, kissed him, he would
