We arrived at the pack house, and Ripley was already waiting for us.
Mom stood next to her in front of the house, both wearing worried expressions.
I walked into the pack house, and they all followed me. Dad and Derick had also arrived. The tension in the air was thick, and my wolf was angry.
I was angry. We both wanted blood.
“Ripley, we have a situation, and your ability is highly needed,” I told her.
Ripley is a pack member and one of my trusted allies. She is both a werewolf and a witch. Her father was mated to a witch, and together they had her, making her a were-witch, as her type is called.
She is the help we need to figure out why my mate is suddenly missing.
“I am always at your beck and call, Alpha. What do you need me to do?” Ripley said as she bowed her head to me.
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