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    WEREWOLF NARRATOR Katherine anxiously watched thendscape rush past.


    She hadnt slept after Elliot left.


    Instead, she spent that time reying theirst encounter in her mind The Duke had seen right through her.


    She should have expected it she would starve if she had to rely on acting to survive.


    She was too temperamental and let her emotions take over too easily.


    Her greatest advantage was that people barely paid attention to Rosse.


    She was always secluded in the castle, and the Duke never introduced her to high society.


    Yet Elliot had unmasked her.


    Then again, he was just as strange as she was.


    "A werewolf..." she murmured, bringing a hand to her mouth, frowning.


    The evidence was therethose wild growls, the way his pupils shifted so many times, the vague memories of when she was stabbed, including the taste of his powerful blood.


    Was that why she healed so quickly? And then there was his beastly, sexy way of making love to her and that thing that got stuck inside her after he came.


    What the hell was that? ---- Kath had no idea.


    Elliot and she would have to talkter, that was for sure.


    Something about that man called to her soulmaybe because they were both extraordinary beings.


    Blliot, dont you dare die and leave me as a bitter widow.


    Not now, when Ive barely had a taste of your delicious chorizo...


    Oh, for heavens sake, what nonsense are you saying, Katherine?! she muttered to herself, flustered.


    She was nervous, and that always brought out her inner lunatic.


    Elliot, but seriously now, my Duke,e back to me safely, please.


    She sent her silent prayers to the heavens, gazing through the curtains, fear gripping her heartnever imagining that she would be the one risking her life soon.


    seek IN THE FOREST, NEAR ALDO AND TOMAS HIDEOUT...


    "Leonidas,e,e look at this," one of the warriors called another over.


    They had been searching for hours; it was already morning.


    Exhausted and filled with resentment for following stupid orders.


    It was obvious those spies had fled long ago.


    "What is it?" Leonidas asked, lifting the evidence from the tall grass with the branch of a tree.