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That single look and the icy question made Charles straighten instinctively, as if being examined by a truc alpha.
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He answered on reflex, standing to attention: “I brought twenty–five officers from the Werewolf Security Bureau.”
Only after he finished did he realize what he’d said, and his gaze flickered, a little dazed. When had this omega–once forced to endure at the Mary household–grown such a commanding presence?
Was it because of her long association with Alpha Henry?
A bitter taste rose in his throat, but beneath it was genuine relief for Aubrey–her strength meant she could survive in this cruel world.
Aubrey didn’t know the thoughts that had rushed through Charles in those brief seconds.
She only nodded once. “Good. That’s enough. Let’s go to a place.”
Charles wanted to stop her. Shadowmoon Pack was in turmoil; nobody knew where Kira’s men might be hiding, or how strong they were. Going out recklessly was dangerous. Yet something about Aubrey’s aura–so lethal it felt tangible–made the words clawing at his tongue die away.
“What are we doing?” he asked, resigned; whatever she chose, he would follow to the end.
“Killing,” Aubrey said.
Her fists clenched; a cold, murderous light flashed in the slits of her eyes.
Soon ten black sedans howled toward Aligator Harbor. Once a small fishing village famous for its silverfish, the place had grown into a busy goods depot: wealthy pockets and lawless corners coexisted there–one of the few chaotic, prosperous districts inside Shadowmoon Pack.
As the sun sank bit by bit, Aubrey’s expression grew darker.
Something was off.
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She issued a rapid string of orders to Charles. He stared at her in surprise but said nothing, simply nodded and carried them out.
In an instant, nine of the ten cars split off in different directions, while Alpha Henry still couldn’t be reached.
Aubrey pressed her lips together; an uneasy glint shone in her ice–blue eyes.
Charles tried to soothe her. “Don’t worry about Alpha. There’s no one in the Northern Continent who can match him. But if he knew you were coming here, he’d be worried.”
“Then don’t let him know,” Aubrey said, staring straight at him. Charles sighed and set his phone down.
“Very well,” he said solemnly. “Then I’ll protect you.”
He swore his life to the Moon Goddess–he would keep Aubrey safe.
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