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“I HATE LEAVING HER like that father.” I stared at the man as he poured us each a scotch. I looked around the den, it was still the oak paneled room I remembered from childhood, filled with books and his computers. Only now they were glass two-way screens that allowed him access to all sorts of secrets of both Otherkind and Human types. He spent hours in this room when I was young, doing research on the malady that plagued my mother, finding doctors and specialists who in the end failed and died for their lack of success. He never did do well with not getting his way.
“You will do as you must to help her.” He sighed heavily, handing me the drink and motioning for me to sit. I took the thick leather chair opposite the mahogany desk that he leaned against. “Her turning has awakened her Hunter’s blood. She is a Pureblood, but also a Legacy. Keegan, she’s feral. There is no way around it. She must be dried out.”
“That is no easy feat.” I squirmed in my chair, drying her out also meant that I would have to be kept from her and we were bonded. “You know I crave her too.”
He nodded, sighing. “It will be awful for you. Which is why you will need to be locked down as well.”
“Wait...? What?” There were suddenly hands on me! Jarod and Dodge had me by the arms and I could feel a needle as it was shoved into my throat. I felt the burn of the Werewolf venom before it took effect. “Father?”
“It must be done, for all our sakes.” His voice was low and I could barely understand as the world around me began to grow dim.