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I wasn’t under Troy’s control like they were, yet he had the ability to make me want to lose all sense. Troy had always known exactly which button to push to make a wolf go feral just to kill him. And in that moment, I’d never felt worse for the poor kids under his control.

I shoved back my rage. “Tell us where Bryn is, and maybe I’ll give you a head start before hunting you down, Troy.”

He laughed hard. “What an arrogant prick you are! You know, Night, you have this nasty habit of making threats even when you’re in no position to do that.”

“Troy, the sun is setting, and Bryn is nowhere around. All I have to do is kill you, and this thing will be over. You’ll miss your window for your stupid ritual, and the ferals will be free. You’re the one at a disadvantage here.”

But he didn’t seem bothered by my words, which only put me more on edge. “It’s nearly nighttime,” he said. “And I’ve given my men the order to start draining Bryn’s blood the minute the sun sets. Her blood will still be f