"What?" I snapped, not caring who it was. The only way my fang would calm, the venom to stop flowing, would be Christine. "I know where she is," Justin's familiar voice trialed. "Vanessa woke up, and said she has a GPS tracker on her phone.""It's when you can track the phone," Suron interjected, able to use his hearing to listen to the call. "Where?" I snipped, listening to the address.****"This can't be right," I muttered, staring at the cellar door. Suron only laughed, knocking three times in different areas of the door. "Oh, it is," he muttered, finally hearing the door swing open. A heavily tattooed werewolf popped his head out, eyeing us until he saw Suron. "My man," his cheerful voice didn't match his tough exterior as he held out his hand. "Done babysitting for a while and finally going to have some fun?" Suron snorted, grasping his forearm in greeting. "Still on duty, except no longer babysitting, just adult sitting right now." I rolled my eyes in offense, ready to stor
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