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"It isn't healthy to hold your beast a hostage for so long, son." A quiet sip escaped his father. "A good run ought to set you both on track."

"No time," he said.

Aaron knew his father was right. He'd have to let it out soon or risk hurting someone. Having a mate would square all that out, but now it was not what his mind was occupied with. The war was looming on their heads. He had no time for anything else. "Juan and Matthew are following a lead, and I'm conflicted about the winter ball." The pack would expect him to choose a mate.

"You don't have to hurry, son. Wait for the right female. You have better control of your beast than I did." Jerome's hand combed through Aaron's hair. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he tilted his head, leaning toward his father.

"Is there any progress with the clans?"

"No." The leaders of the three fellow clans were siblings, and Henry, his grandfather, was the firstborn. They lived together until the war among the supernaturals for the greed of power ripped them apart. The losses were too great, and the brothers didn't agree with Henry's views regarding the war. The estranged brothers now lived with their families and their own packs in different cities. Packs run by betas. Didn't they realize the beasts needed their alpha?

"What about the others?"

Aaron sighed. "I suspect Helius is in bed with the vampires." The hot-headed demon king was a constant pain in their asses. His spies spotted said demon with the leeches, not on one but two such occasions. It was bad enough that the demon was already on the fence. Despite his promise to stay away from the war, his sword was now tilting toward the wrong side of the playing field. Aaron knew he couldn't trust that bastard. Demons were tricky. It was for the best to not assume anything with their kind, even if things looked rather bleak.

"And what about the fae?"

"Their three subjects were abducted last week. King Luvon wants help." He stood and walked to his massive desk, sipping his tea thoughtfully. His gaze drifted through the stack of papers waiting for him. He'd send out a team of his best trackers. He wondered how much more successful his team would be this time. The trail always ended cold. It was as if they disappear into thin air. Perhaps that was what they did.

He could see the need to have someone else in the field. Someone, who could trace magic back to its origin.

"Now tell me about the girl your brothers found," his father asked sitting upright, cold fury replacing the warmth of his brown eyes.

Aaron sensed the pain behind that fury. "She's under surveillance."

Anger flared within him. The recent discovery had been a crest to his ever-growing problems. He wanted nothing more than to drag her sorry ass to the torture chambers.

He had never hurt a female before. But I want to hurt this one.

Her kind had been their mortal enemies ever since they came into existence.

"Let me know when you have something; and son, be careful with this one." Jerome stood.

His nod was grim. "Sure."

He dialed the familiar number for the third time today. Maximus, his third-in-command hadn't checked in this afternoon.

"John!" He reached out through their telepathic link. A convenient ability the lycanthropes and the werewolves possessed. It helped them to communicate with one another telepathically. It sure came handy often, but they had to be in close proximity for it to work. The link weakened with the distance.

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