Mason “Where would she go, Livvy?” I would never hurt my sister but she recoils from the dangerous vibes rolling off me as I demand she help me find my mate. “I’m not sure I should tell you,” She dodges. “She obviously didn’t want you to follow her or she would have told you herself. And she’s my best friend. You know, chicks before dicks and all that.” “Olivia!” I bark, letting her know my patience is wearing thin. My wolf is almost rabid with the need to pursue, to hunt, to chase what’s his. Having her so close, in our room, in our space, stirred all his possessive instincts. I barely contain the growl that rumbles in my chest, threatening to escape, and Olivia sees how close I am to losing control. “Ugh, fine!” She grunts at me. “She didn’t tell me where she was headed. But I may have heard something about a party at the cliffs and if I know Ellie, that’s where she’ll be. And I doubt she’s there for the booze.” “What do you mean?” I try and fail to keep the snarl from my vo
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