This wasn’t good. I had arrived just in time for Abraxas to demand that Damien hand over Dorothy.

“Fucking liar. I knew there was something dodgy about you. Is this what you do, you take little kids from their homes?” Damien snaps

“I’m not the one taking them from their homes. She’s my daughter!”

“Right. And I’m the King of England.” Damien snaps. His arms are tightly wrapped around Dorothy as Dane puts himself and the twins between the bickering men. My twins. Already I feel my stomach tying itself up in knots. How could he forget they were in his arms? How could he put them in the line of fire?

“How else do you think I know her name?” Abraxas growls.

“I’m sure you weeded it out of someone, because that’s what you do, right? Pay for information, make it seem like you have some kind of magic. Trick people into believing you. How did you con information out of Mallory?”

“Give her to me, Rogue! Give me my daughter!”

Damien growls, taking a step back.

The movement is quick and I’m not even sure where Abraxas pulls it from. He points a gun directly at me.

“Hand her over or I kill the person I’m supposed to be helping.” His hazel eyes lock with mine. I couldn’t tell if it was just a threat not until his finger moved over the trigger.

Rage fills my body. How fucking dare he threaten me!

‘Kill him.’ Nyx mutters

‘Shut up!’

“Lower your weapon.” Dane demands

I watch Abraxas laugh. “That tone doesn’t work on me. I’m not from your pack and I don’t believe in Alpha status. So maybe you need to rethink your question and who you are aiming it at. Your mate is all of a minute away from shifting and I won’t hesitate to put her down.” He winks at me

I close my eyes. If I shift, he will kill me. If I move he will kill me. I couldn’t let the darkness win. I take a deep breath and open my eyes to find him staring at me with a cocked brow.

“How do you know she is yours?” I ask, trying to keep my voice level.

“I thought I could smell her in the house. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. How did she end up here?”

“Damien saved her.” I mutter

His eyes momentarily shift to Damien, “I want to know what she did to her?”

“Who?”

“Blair.”

“She wasn’t with Blair.” I whisper, confused. “She was found chained in a bar full of humans. About a year ago. Damien brought her back here. We took her in because she is a Wolf and…..” I trail off, I wasn’t prepared to tell another stranger about my past or how I felt I had to save Dorothy because no one had saved me.

“A Hunter.” He mutters. But he still watches me, like he knew I had something else to say.

“Blair took her?” Dane asks as he tries to keep the wriggling twins in his arms.

Abraxas lowers the gun, but his finger still hovers on the trigger. “Dorothy and my pregnant mate were with my parents while I was on a hunt. She killed all of them except Dorothy.” He laughs, “Fucking whore took her. I guess she got bored with looking after a toddler and pawned her off.”

‘You should still kill him.’ Nyx growls. ‘Just for pointing that shit at us.’

“That doesn’t prove anything.” Damien snaps as I try to ignore my Lycan

I watch as Abraxas slips two fingers into his jeans pocket. He pulls out a small photo and hands it to me. A pregnant woman stares back with bright green eyes and a smile that could light up any room. A small girl leans over the woman’s shoulder, beaming at the camera. Dorothy got all her looks from her mother, including the dimples when she smiled.

A sadness fills me because his mate looked to be due at the time of the photo which means she was killed shortly afterwards. Abraxas had lost everyone in the blink of an eye. Including the only person to survive Blairs attack on his family.

Dane moves towards me and both boys reach out for me as I show him the photo. He saw it just like I did. There was no mistake that the young girl was Dorothy.