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"What would you reckon it is given the presentation?" I ask the guards stationed at the manor's great gates.

I have no idea why it is that Dimitri Vocci is sending me gifts, especially not after the way he denounced his own daughter the last time we were in each other's presence.

"I think it could be a set of explosives. Not deadly but annoying enough." Emmett, one of them, answers.

"You seriously believe that the Alpha of Whitevalley pack would be daring enough to send a threat to my own home?"

"I wouldn't put it past him to make such a reckless calculation. Dimitri has always been one...