August 2, 2012

Charles sat in his office waiting for Justin to report back to him after the mating had
begun. Yes, he’d been hard on Chastity, maybe a little too hard. He’d done it for the girl’s
own good, at least that’s what he kept telling himself over and over again for the past two
“What the hell is taking so long?” He got up out of his chair and made his way to the
vast bulletproof windows overlooking not only the Jefferson River and Brey Forest, but he
also had a bird’s eye view into his daughters’ offices. The blinds to Chastity’s office still shut
out his view.
He’d seen the faint she-wolfen look in Chastity’s eye way too early, forcing their hands
to move forward. The symbolic painting was not to become known to her for another seven
days, when they’d had more time to prepare for the binding. But that was a mere
technicality when it came to protecting his daughter. She needed someone to focus her
growing need on. She needed Justin. Charles was sure Rowan Angus, the Beta leader and his
mortal enemy, had found a way to move time forward.

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