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-Valerio- Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I grabbed a small coffee table and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into pieces upon impact. Why was there nothing here? Not even a clue about his whereabouts. “He can’t stay hidden forever,” Garrett said from behind me, but I couldn’t focus on his words. He was holding one arm close to his body. He’d been bitten by one of the rogue wolves outside Marcus’s territory. Octavia had led us to believe that they were few in number and easily manageable. She had neglected to mention how well-trained they were or how many there actually were. “How’s your arm?” I asked. Garrett shrugged as if it were inconsequential. “I’ll be fine.” I nodded, aware that he was just trying to calm me down. He needed medical attention as soon as we got back. “Not