  &quot;Be quiet. You don t belong among my kind, you never have, and it s become tiresome to protect you against others. You can be of more use with my daughter and her babies than constantly watching your back and shadowing Darrius. I believe it s where fate always intended to put you. To protect my blood in place of me.&quot; Varro turns to him and heavily places a hand on his shoulder, his aura emanating sheer authority. It s clear he doesn t like to be questioned.
  &quot;You want me to live among those that took everything from me?&quot; Jasper spits it at him and winces at the pressure applied on his shoulder as punishment. I get the vibe you don t question or disobey this one at all. 
  My heart aches for my brother though, knowing that at the root of his resistance is an inability to let go of his own pain. With good reason. Being all alone among their kind for a decade with onl

  &quot;I expected something a little less run down, grander. Do you wolves not believe in modern conveniences like electricity and running water?&quot; Varro mocks as he scans the large hall of the manor, scoffing at its dark and drab appearance. I can t blame him, as since we ve been gone this place has fallen into some urban war disarray that I never imagined could possibly happen. It feels and looks abandoned. Dust and dirt on every available surface from neglect. I have no idea what happened and why Juan returned the valley to the dark ages. 
  &quot;Funny.&quot; Colton dismisses him with the dry tone he reserves for people liked Deacon; a wolf who once stood against him.
  &quot;We could try find the generators and power them up.&quot; Meadow followed us in here when we moved and cuts in with a snappy tone, also peeved at having her home turf mocked. The other subs are here too, th

  The dark swirls around me like an oppressive, heavy cloak and I stand motionless, aware of bodies close behind me as we wait in the unearthly still. The sound of labored breathing suppressed snarls, and growls, as my flank of wolves grows to stand in a uniformed mass of protection. 
  &quot;Lorey.&quot; The familiar voice, followed by a swoop and gentle thud as my mate lands beside me in perfect poise. Appearing as if by magic. His hand skimming the back of my hair with gentle precision and a show of affection, and he takes a second to focus everything on me with a pause as he checks me over. Appearing from beyond the veil of shadows and trees and I m instantly calmer, relieved at his presence. Less afraid when he s by my side.
  &quot;Where have you been?&quot; I whisper at him under my breath, not giving him a second to talk or question me. My eyes still fixed on the emptiness as I a

&quot;Be quiet. You don t belong among my kind, you never have, and it s become tiresome to protect you against others. You can be of more use with my daughter and her babies than constantly watching your back and shadowing Darrius. I believe it s where fate always intended to put you. To protect my blood in place of me.&quot; Varro turns to him and heavily places a hand on his shoulder, his aura emanating sheer authority. It s clear he doesn t like to be questioned.
  &quot;You want me to live among those that took everything from me?&quot; Jasper spits it at him and winces at the pressure applied on his shoulder as punishment. I get the vibe you don t question or disobey this one at all. 
  My heart aches for my brother though, knowing that at the root of his resistance is an inability to let go of his own pain. With good reason. Being all alone among their kind for a decade with only Varro as his source of comfort. To have someone spurring on your sadness with their own. Torn from

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