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WYATT
Despite knowing where Farrah had gone, I looked for her around the small cottage like a f*****g fool. I had to be wrong. I had to be. After last night, she couldn’t just up and leave me … and go marry some other guy.
The anger swelled in me, my werewolf temper rising fast. When I finally stopped at the cottage’s entrance, I punched the door with all my strength. The door ripped from its hinging and landed several feet away in the snow.
All right, letting my anger take over wasn’t helping. I inhaled deeply and ran a hand over my hair, trying to think. I needed a f*****g medallion to go back to the human world and stop her.
But how would I get one?
I quickly put on my shoes and a thick cloak, and marched away from the cottage. If I was supposed to find a medallion, it wouldn’t
