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I inhaled the cool air of the mansion sharply as I stepped inside. My palm rubbed against my skin; not from cold but from the chilling silence of the building. 

My eyes moved across corners, from the stairs up to the doors on every side, and to every tiny piece of furniture.

My eyes settled longer on the sofa Alpha Rheagor sat on that day. The day he had told me to leave the pack. The memory suddenly brought chills down my spine, like I was walking into a death sentence.

Without a ...