Once I had finished my talk with Malcom, I walked around the pack lost in my own head, I didn’t have a clue what to do than ever before. I had thought going into that meeting that I’d be able to somehow persuade Malcom to put a stop to whatever plan he was creating, but now he blatantly said even if he backed out, the entire plan would still go ahead, and Polly would be dead, I lost any leverage I had. Using my new key that Alban gave me to his house, I unlock the door and walk in, the lobby looking empty and the entire house quiet. “Alban, are you home!” I call out into the emptiness, my voice bouncing off the golden walls and hitting my ears, but as like I expected, I was met with deafening silence. Sighing a little, I throw my keys into the dish Alban keeps by the door and walk into the kitchen to grab some water. My hands shaking as I brought the glass to my lips and sipped, there was so many ways this plan could go horribly wrong, and each would fall back on me for not sayi
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