Crowned by Fate (Skye) novel Chapter 179

At my mother’s respeit, Marwell’s Deta quickly gathered Victor a personal file for us.

“Victor Reeves, 21 years old,” I rend aloud, scanning through the documents. The was eligible to become Maxwell’s Beta four years ago but lost the

Says here he had been drinking wollbane liquor the night before the Bets selection, Ryder noted, reading over my shoulder, Maxwell punished him for

The file continued: He eventually became a regular patrolman in the Stormshond Pack. This pane, he joined the North American Werewolf Congress as an reditary staff member,

None of this appeared out of the ordinary.

Ryder fresmed. From this information, Victor doesn’t seem to have any connection to us. Why would he want to kill you?”

I shook my head, equally confused. “I don’t know.”

Maxwell looked defensive. “When I approved Victor’s t transfer to the Congress, 1 only wanted to expand our influence there. Whatever he’s done has nothing

to do with me.

Leon’s face darkened with anger. “I despise men who take women hostage. He doesn’t deserve to call himself a warrior.”

Just then, my phone vibrated with a text from an unknown number. I opened it to find a photo of Skye.

My blood turned to ice.

She was wearing only an oversized men’s t–shirt, looking exhausted. Her arms and legs were bound with rope, not chains. Despite her condition, her silver hair was matted with blood at the temple, but her forest–green eyes remained spirited, burning with defiant anger.

“Son of a bitch,” I growled, my hands shaking with rage as I passed the phone to Leon

His

is reaction mirrored mine pure, unfiltered fury. “If he’s harmed her…”

The phone rang, displaying the same unknown number. I answered imediately, putting it on speaker

“Hello, Adrian.” Victor’s smooth voice filled the room. “I trust you received n

“If you touch her-” I began, but he cut me off with a laugh.

little pie

“Too late for that, I’m afraid. She’s quite the fighter. Had to restrain her properly after she tried to escape.”

Leon looked ready to shift right there in the hotel room. I placed a warning hand on his arm

“What do you want?” I demanded.

“November 25th. Port Artemix”

The cell disconnected

Skye’s POV

Nadia once told me that a

frame is not a weakness, not if you know how to move with it. “Let their strength work against them,” she said, twisting her

own body like water around a much larger opponent. I had never been more grateful for those lessons

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Ha movements slowed, hands how falling instead of clawing The dropped – knee, then the other. His head lulled forward, body shuddering. I held the pleswire for another three seconds – Nadia had drilled that into me. Never assume liek mit until the limbt stop moving.

When his arms finally went slack, 1 let go. He collapsed face first, body neitching once before going still. My fingers refused to uncurl, the rope practically fused to my palms. I staggered to my feet, nearly falling from the pain in my ribs, and stumbled toward the door.

The air hit me like a slap–wet and gold and sharp. 1 vocked it in like I’d never breathed before. Night had fallen. There were no streetlights, no glow of city behind the trees, lust the deep hum of crickets and the far off sound of waves crashing against rock. I could smell the ocean.

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