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Chapter Fifty-Two

Roan Roan was irritated walking down the stairs of the pack house. It was too early in the morning for a meeting. An impromptu meeting at that. They could have called or texted. But the more he thought about it, he wouldn’t have answered. He’d been in a deep sleep, one that his wolf and he longed for. Sleep came easier and easier with Sullen there with him. Roan walked toward the conference room, hearing the sound of breakfast being made down the hallway. The silence on the way knotted his stomach. Something felt so wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. When he made it to the conference room, he flung the door open and found the rogues from the dungeon sitting at the table. His blood ran cold. What in the hell was this? Roan stopped in the doorway. “How did you get out?” The main rogue, the one they caught first, stood up and smiled. “You’re in for it now.” Roan curled his fingers into fists at his sides. His wolf fought to come out. To rip them to shreds. But

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