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ROWAN
The dead never stayed buried for long, especially those who were not really dead to begin with.
I had always known Victor would come back eventually. Men like him did not just disappear into the night and stay gone. They circled back, waited for the perfect moment to strike, fed on chaos like it was oxygen.
But I had never really been afraid of Victor.
Wary, yes. Cautious, absolutely. But not afraid.
Victor was dangerous, not because he was one of the strongest soldiers the pack ever produced, though he was that too.
He was dangerous because he was unpredictable, a pure breed lunatic who went on rampages and destroyed everything in his path without care for consequences or collateral damage.
But his power would not have been a match for three Alphas working together under normal circumstances.
The problem was nothing about that time had been normal.
