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Chapter 134
~Zara’s POV~
I stared at the na in the email, the lines of text blurring as my mind raced.
Marcus Deveareux.
The na hit like a slap, bringing with it a flood of mories I’d worked hard to suppress. The past traumatic experience still stung as I recalled his cruel smile when he fought Snow and the light leaving his eyes as Snow killed him.
But why would he target Snow’s company? Or rather, how? Given that he was already dead. Orw as it that had planted this seed before eting his demise?
Just how far did he go to ruin Snow rather than work with him and choose Ivan?
My hands tightened around the edge of the desk as a flurry of emotions swept over —anger, disbelief, and an unsettling sense of dread.
Was a dead man walking?
A notification popped up in the corner of the screen. Taylor had sent a follow-up: We need to et imdiately. Evidence is mounting against the suspect.
I exhaled sharply, closing the email. Taylor and I would have to handle this delicately. Snow needed to know, but first, I had to be sure.
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~Snow’s POV~
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I stepped back into the living room. The atmosphere inside was warm, yet the tension from my call lingered in the back of my mind.
"Apologies," I said, addressing the couple seated across from my parents. "I’m back, Mr. and Mrs. Stark."
Rob Stark chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. "Snow, co on. Our families are close. There’s no need for such formalities. Call us Uncle Rob and Aunt Jenny."
I inclined my head. "As you wish, Uncle Rob."
"There, that’s better!" Rob said with a smile, patting his knee.
Just as the conversation resud, the shrill tone of Aunt Jenny’s phone broke the mont. She glanced at the caller ID and her face lit up with a bashful smile.
"It’s her," she said, holding up the phone like a prize. "Jenna is calling."
My expression remained stoic, though I noted my mother’s imdiate enthusiasm.
"Answer it," Mum chid in. "I’m sure Snow can’t wait to hear from her either."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Aunt Jenny answered. Can’t resist, they wished. "Hello, dearest—"
Her warm greeting was cut off by the panicked, high-pitched voice that rang through the speaker.
"Mum! Oh my God, Mum!" Jenna’s frantic tone sent a ripple of tension through the room.
Rob leaned forward, alard. "Jenna, what’s wrong?"
"I was driving Betty—she broke down! I have a flat tire, and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere. I haven’t seen a single car in over forty minutes!"
Jenny gasped, clutching her chest. "Where are you, my love?"
"Mum, I should have remained in the states but you aske d to return for the business and now this? Co on!"
"Technically, if you had listened to and let your father’s n accompany you, then this wouldn’t have happened."
I could bet that spoilt brat was already rolling her eyes in response to her mother’s mild scolding.
"Mum, are you scolding now that I am in a predicant? Look, I could get to Uncle Storm’s house. I needed to prove to you I could hold my own."
"Clearly," Uncle Rob cut in. "My baby girl, I am sorry. You mother ant no harm. Now, calm down and tell us where you are."
"I—I think I passed the Claridian axis heading toward Uncle Storm’s place. But..." the line broke, "the signal—"
And suddenly, it went dead.
Panic set in imdiately. Rob and Jenny tried redialing, but the call wouldn’t go through. Rob shot to his feet, ready to leave.
"Where are you going?" my father asked sharply.
"You heard her. Jenna is in trouble. She hasn’t been in this country since she was six or seven. I can’t possibly leave her out there."
"Relax. Snow will handle it." I turned to him, confusion and resistance flashing across my face but my father barely spared a glance, even though I tried mindlinking him.
"Snow knows the pack territory better than anyone," he continued. "If there’s anyone who can find her quickly, it’s him. His wolf’s sense of sll is unmatched."
Rob and Jenny looked at , hope etched on their faces.
"Don’t worry," my father added. "Jenna will be fine. Snow will take care of her. Right, son?"
The weight of his words pressed down on . I knew where this was going—the long-standing friendship between our families, the constant ntions of Jenna and as kids.
That was sothing I hated even as a kid. There was no way I was marrying soone as spoiled as her.
I kept my response curt and neutral. "I’ll find her."
Jenny stood, worry written all over her face. "Thank you, Snow. Let send you her number in case you need to call—"
"There’s no need," I interrupted. "I’ll track her down."
With that, I turned and exited the house, shifting my focus entirely to the task at hand.
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~Jenna’s POV~
The empty stretch of road seed to mock as I leaned against my car. The trees lining the area swayed ominously, and the occasional hoot of an owl sent shivers down my spine.
I kicked the tire in frustration, muttering under my breath. "Why, Betty? Why now?"
The evening air grew cooler, and the sense of isolation pressed down on . My heart leapt when I heard the faint hum of an engine approaching.
The sleek black vehicle halted a few feet away. Relief flooded as the driver’s side door opened, revealing a tall, broad figure stepping out.
I knew that figure anywhere. I had spent the biggest twenty-six years of my life fangirling and crushing on that figure, that person, that man.
"Snow?" I called hesitantly, shielding my eyes from the light.
He strode toward , his presence commanding as always. His dark coat fluttered slightly in the breeze, and his piercing eyes fixed on with a mixture of irritation and resolve.
"Jenna," he said simply in his usual clipped tone.
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