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being shocked with some kind of devices. The pain was fierce and she shook from the impact as if she received those shocks. She heard their thoughts, their fears of never seeing their mates again, or their children. Flashes of pictures of their women and loved ones filtered through her mind. Her heart ached. She wanted to help them. She felt frightened, and desperate to get to them. As the doors closed and locked with the men inside pounding to get out, she caught sight of the license plate on the back of the truck. Dallas, Texas. Then a sign 68
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    on the side of it. It was fuzzy, but she read the words. “Natura fine,”
    or something like that. The truck was dirty, and the letters half covered.
    “Ariella?” She heard Orion’s strong voice and then felt Palidor’s hands grip her shoulders and give her a shake.
    Her eyes popped open. Both men were concerned.
    “What happened?” Orion asked, and she remembered the scene, the cries of pain, the wolves being beaten and taken away against their will.
    “Oh, by the Goddesses, Orion. I’m afraid that it’s too late.” She hugged him as the tears fell from her eyes and Palidor caressed her back.

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Chapter 7
    He never felt so alone before. He was hollow inside. As he leaned his forehead against the tile wall in the shower, he could hardly even feel the magic within him. He was losing himself, his identity, his heritage, everything.
    Draco stretched his muscles, feeling the tightness from the intense workout he’d just forced himself to get through. Despite the attempts at trying to act human, and to not let the sensations in his core rule his mind, he was losing the battle. He wondered if the magic he cast over himself to hide his identity was even working anymore. No one questioned him. His work was on a job-by-job basis. He was the muscle, the negotiator, the dealer of all deals for the right price.
    Government or black market, he didn’t care. As long as the price was right and the circumstances potentially harmful and dangerous.
    Draco had a death wish.
    Even as a child he felt different. Separate from his two brothers and sister, the only common ground they shared was the magic within them and that their mother was the Chosen One.
    He missed her. He missed them. But they obviously didn’t care about him. If they did, then they would have searched, would have found him and brought him back. Instead, they denied his existence and went on with their lives. At least that was what he remembered when he had fallen into the deep, dark pond in his drunken stupor. No one came. He nearly drowned and then he felt the hands, the power of something strong and dark save his life. They saved him. They cared, and as the days went on, and no one came searching for him, he knew that the power that helped him would guide him to his destiny. Even 70
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    now, he felt its hold. It was always there. Always reminding him of his worth and his care. It helped him achieve his life and survive on his own. Draco needed no one. Self-sufficient, strong, a natural lethal weapon to anyone who got in his way, he needed no one. Alone was where he was meant to be.
    He slammed his fist against the tiled wall and turned off the faucet. Enough dwelling on the past and on what couldn’t be. He’d made his decision. The moment he knew what type of monster he really was, he ran. He didn’t want to cast shame on his family, his brothers. He had no choice. They were Alpha Weres, rulers, and knights. Draco was a loner with a dark side to him, and after five years he realized why. With the guidance of that invisible power, he found himself, his true calling.
    He towel dried and then stepped into a pair of black jeans. He had an appointment in an hour downtown at one of the clubs. He didn’t want to meet too close to the college campus there. He was afraid that he may be spotted by his sister, Batya. Last he heard, she was in the process