Frank raised the silver dagger. Before it could fall, his phone rang.
His hand stopped in midair. The knife hovered less than three inches from Scarlett's cheek, catching a thin streak of moonlight.
He ignored the call.
The ringing stopped, only to start again a second later, then again and again until it became relentless in the dark.
Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut, her face a mess, and her lips trembling. "Please... Please. Alpha Ethan is my mate. He'll pay you whatever you want. Just please..."
"I don't want money!" Frank's roar shook the shack. "More than three hundred families had their lives destroyed! The Morraths owe us lives!"
The silver dagger trembled in his hand. Tendons stood out beneath the weathered skin of his forearm.
Then his phone rang a fourth time.
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