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Chapter 289 – Sister

–BLAKE’S POV–

The woods were quiet–too quiet.

I walked through the trees with my wolves at my back, their paws thudding against the dirt.

Thanks to Lia and her witch friend, I’d learnt where Caitlyn’s sister was. Just outside my town, in rogue territory.

We’d been tracking this place for days, following the stench of rogues until it led us here, to the pack house.

It wasn’t really a house.

More like a wreck patched together with scraps of wood and stone. Still, it held and sheltered them. Rogues, dozens of them, all twisted into something close to a pack. Ten years they’d been running like this, vicious, bloody, dangerous. And at the top of it all was the name I’d finally dug up.

Xander.

Xander, and his so-called mate. A human girl they called Hazel. But I knew the truth.

She wasn’t some Hazel. They’d changed her name.

It was Hannah. Caitlyn’s sister. They’d kidnapped her and

hidden her behind a false name, as if that could erase who she

really was.

A low growl rattled from my chest.

My wolves echoed it, their heads raised, ears flat.

We didn’t wait long. A few rogues came pouncing out of the door, teeth bared, claws ready. We met them head on.

The air filled with snarls and snapping jaws. Fur and blood blurred together. I lunged, teeth sinking into a rogue’s shoulder, shaking until I felt the bone crack. Another leapt at me and my packmate knocked him down, tearing his throat open.

It was chaos, but we pushed them back, closer and closer to the house.

Rogues always broke sooner or later.

And then he came out. Xander.

He wasn’t in wolf form. He stood in the doorway, tall, broad, covered in tattoos that looked like they’d been carved into his skin with a knife. His eyes were cold, cruel. He smiled like this was all a game.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice carrying even over the noise. “Thought you could take me down with your mutts, did you?”

I growled, stepping forward, blood dripping from my jaws.

“Hazel, baby,” he shouted, turning his head. “Go to your room. Daddy will be back in a minute!”

That name made me snap.

. I launched at him, fur bristling, teeth bared.

We collided mid-air, snarls tearing through the pack house as claws ripped into skin. He bit back, teeth scraping my shoulder, hot blood matting my fur.

I lunged again, driving him into the wall. Wood cracked under the impact, dust raining down. His claws raked my side, but I didn’t let go. I sank my teeth into his neck, shoving harder.

She’s not Hazel. The words pulsed through me even without sound, rage spilling into every strike. Her name’s Hannah.

He froze for a heartbeat, which was enough.

I ripped free, claws tearing across his chest. Blood sprayed, hot and metallic, painting the floor. He snapped wildly, desperate, but I was already on him again. My jaws clamped down over his throat, locking tight. He thrashed, snarled, clawed at me, but I

held.

And then, with a final surge, I tore through.

He gurgled, eyes wide, then collapsed at my feet.

Silence fell. My wolves closed in, panting, bloody, but alive. The rogues were scattered, broken, nothing left to fight for.

I didn’t waste time. My chest heaved as I climbed the stairs two at a time. The smell hit me before the sight did. Fear, rot, human blood.

And then I found her.

She was curled in the corner of a small room, thin as a stick, shivering. Her hair was dirty, her skin bruised. But her

face–Goddess, her face looked so much like Caitlyn’s it knocked the breath out of me.

Her wide eyes locked on me, and she flinched.

“Stay back,” she whispered, her voice broken. She scrambled against the wall, sobbing. “Don’t touch me.”

My chest ached. Slowly, I lowered myself to the ground. I inched closer to her, careful and quiet. She whimpered, but I stopped before I reached her.

I lay down, whimpering, licking at the wounds on her wrists and arms. My tail thumped weakly against the floor, trying to show her I wasn’t here to hurt her.

She cried harder, curling in on herself, but she didn’t push me away this time.

I pressed my head to the floor at her feet, ears back, waiting. Just waiting, to show her I wasn’t like the monster who’d held

her here.

–CAITLYN’S POV–

I was curled up on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Blake had been gone for days now, and no one would tell me where. Every time I asked, the others just shrugged like it was normal. But it wasn’t normal to me. He never did this before.

A loud noise broke the silence. Shouting, feet pounding, voices raised. At first I thought it was another argument. The pack seemed to fight about everything, and usually, it was all in good faith.

But the voices got louder, as if everyone was rushing to do something.

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I frowned and dragged myself up.

well

If they were at each other’s throats again, I might as what it was about. If it was something else, I had to know.

see

I stepped into the hall, leaning on the railing that looked over the main floor. My eyes scanned the scene–and then my breath caught.

Blake was back.

He stood in the middle of the chaos, tall and worn out, looking like he’d just returned from a war. Relief washed through me, and I hurried down the stairs, ready to yell at him. To ask him where he’d been. Why he hadn’t told me before leaving.

But then my gaze fell upon a girl.

She stood a short distance from him, hugging herself, her eyes on the ground.

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For a heartbeat I couldn’t move. My brain couldn’t catch what I was seeing. She was thinner than I remembered, her hair tangled, but it was her. My sister.

“Hannah?” My voice cracked.

Her head snapped up. Her eyes widened, and then she ran.

We collided halfway across the room, clinging to each other so tightly it almost hurt. I buried my face in her shoulder, shaking. “I’ve searched for you for so long,” I sobbed. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

Hannah’s tears soaked into my shirt as she held me just as fiercely. “Heather… I didn’t think I’d make it out alive,” she choked out. “I missed you so much. The thought of seeing you again was the only thing that kept me going in that hell.”

I pulled back just enough to look at her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes with trembling fingers. “You’re really here,” I whispered, hot tears streaming down my face. “You’re here.”

Hannah nodded, littering my face with a million kisses. “I’m here.”

And I clung to her again, refusing to let go.