. Saoirse "I am." The male voice echoed in my thumping ears as he stepped inside. I immediately recognized him. "Uncle Patrick! Why? I'm your nephew's mate. Why would you do this? Please let me go; I won’t say anything!" I pleaded. Maybe if I appealed to him, he would let me go. Surely, whatever his intentions were, he acted on a whim. "I can’t, child. I can’t." He sounded defeated, and I could see the sadness in his eyes. He was acting against his will, much like his henchman here. "What is going on? What aren’t you telling me?" I asked, on the verge of tears. The already-matured man looked as if he had aged ten years. He ran his hand through his hair and paced, contemplating what to tell me. "They came to see me—the Rejected Witches. They want you; Vlad Streavorg wants you. It's either you or my son. He's been away for alpha training, and they've kidnapped him." He fell to his knees, crying. Oh, Goddess, I hope he is unharmed. My heart raced. There was no way he'd spare me
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