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Chapter 14: Caution
I retrieve my clothing, well in the lead of the California pack and my suitors, and hurry to the palace. I'm still pulling on my shirt, settling it over my shoulders before swinging on my leather jacket as I cross the threshold into the main foyer. I feel the other weres following me, wondering why Caine doesn't barge his way in past me. Oleksander is on his throne, as usual, when I stride up the aisle with my heart hammering in my chest. At times, I think my grandfather must sleep there, since it's the only place he ever seems to be. I let him feel my distress and see him sit up straighter as I hurry to his side, coming to a halt on his right, one hand on his shoulder. Grandfather, I send. Caution. I understand Caine's slowed pace as he and his pack enter the throne room. One of them m
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