Chapter 8 THE PRICE OF TREASON

Chapter 8 THE PRICE OF TREASON

Theodore POV

I was sitting in the Alpha council chamber when a sharp pain hit me.

My wolf roared in pure distress, slamming against my chest like a trapped beast.

A wave of terror that wasn't mine crashed through me.

Something was wrong with my mate.

Without saying any word to my father or the council elders, I pushed the wooden chair so hard it shattered against the wall behind me, and I ran, ignoring my father's voice as he called after me.

Right now, the boring meeting didn't matter. All that my mattered was wolf's cries of distress.

I bolted down the corridors of the fortress, my boots pounding...

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