!Warning – Sexual content present in this chapter!Clark P.O.VI stood on the balcony, sipping on some vodka and staring out over Rowan’s packlands. A lot was going through my mind. I stared into the direction where my pack used to be. I wondered if the packhouse was just now an empty shell on it’s own or did the rogues inhabit it? If I was going to stay here, I should probably go and get some of my things. I stared down at the glass in my hand, I cant even remember glass number what this was, but I knew that half the bottle was already emptied by me in the past two hours I would guess. Nothing as liquid encouragement to help me get over my fears. I placed the glass down on the table outside, rubbing my eyes, trying to get more clarity, I walked inside my suite and ready to get out. I opened the door and nearly fell back as I walked into a hard rock wall of muscles. I looked up from the ground and saw Rowan standing there, arms crossed, and a smirk plastered on his face. Great … this
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