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Bonded units, like mated units, could speak to each other via their bonds. It was a physical pull—a knowing that struck deep within our bones—and this call only intensified when a bond unit was mated.

It didn’t take long to find Valor in his human form beside the massive trunk of a sequoia, a smug look on his face. Ezra’s wolf emerged from the trees as I shifted.

“You seem pleased with yourself,” I said, ignoring Valor’s questioning look as he noticed my bruised body.

His attention heated my skin, and a frown tugged at his lips.

Thankfully, Ezra saved me from further interrogation when he jutted his chin at the tree and asked, “Care to share with the class?”

Valor glanced up, and his voice was so low I wondered if I imagined the words that tumbled from his lips.

“She’s in the tree.”

Chapter 5

Brielle

As I bide my time in the cover of an Aspen tree, my mind drifted back to the release pit—the room the Council put the Omegas in when collaring us before the Hunt.

“Get off me!” I shouted.

I tried to yank my arm from Alister’s iron grip, but he tightened his hold, his fingers digging painfully into my bicep. I was supposed to be receiving my heat suppressants, but instead, Alister and Frank had burst into my cell and escorted me into the hall.

“No can do, breeder,” Alister mocked. “Looks like your time has finally run out.”

Frank’s laugh was a blade slicing at my taut nerves. Dread pooled in my stomach in the wake of Frank’s glee. This wasn’t going to be good.

I feigned confidence and asked, “Where are you taking me?”

They ignored my question and caged me between them as they marched down the hallway.

The medical wing came into view, and my stomach flipped.

I shouldn’t be here.

Before every Hunt, the Council gave the Omega’s heat suppressants to keep the males civil during the claiming. Since I’d spent the last few months at the facility, I was on regular suppressants.

This deviation from the usual course of action was alarming.

My wolf pressed against my skin, alert and ready.

The guards tugged me into the medical room where Councilman Raza waited, hands clasped behind his back. His smile chilled the room several degrees.

“Ms. Davis. So glad you could join us,” he said.

He walked over to a small metal tray and picked up a syringe with a long, thin needle.

Ice raced down my spine.

My wolf begged me to fight, and I almost listened, but the memory of my father’s voice drowned out my panic.

Control is the best weapon you can wield. Don’t let your emotions cloud your thinking. The second you do, they’ve won.

Alister and Frank forced me onto the examination table, and I let them. Jaw tight, I watched as Councilman Raza slunk forward.

“Not going to ask me what this is?” Councilman Raza asked as he held up the syringe.

“Would it matter?”

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