Chapter Ninety

Drakken and Benjamin both waited for what felt like forever outside the camp tent, pacing back and forth in anticipation of what news Emma might bring. Good or bad as she tended to Eleanor inside the tent.

Eleanor had gone overboard with stabbing herself. Although it stopped the fight, they now had bigger issues to worry about.

Drakken threw Benjamin a deathly glare. He was not quite finished with him. He thought he was going to lose his mind when he met their lips locked at that stream, and his wolf had taken full charge without restriction.

He still heard his wolf growling when Emma finally walked out of the tent, her facial expression very somber.

"Can I see you for a minute?" she asked Drakken. "In private."

"Why? I want to know if she is alright too," Benjamin said and received glares from them.

"You should feel lucky you are still alive," Drakken growled. "I am not done with you."

He walked to the back of the tent with Emma, making sure they were out of everyone's earshot.

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