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“Then who?!” he half-yelled again, his voice bouncing off the walls of his office, sharp and wild like his wolf was clawing to the surface.

I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry. “It’s Selene.”

The change in him was instant.

“How dare she lay her dirty hands on you?” he snapped, turning away like he was already heading for the door. “Oh, moon… she’s going to see my real color today.”

I rushed forward and shoved him back with both hands. “No. No, no, no. Jackson, ...