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"I can’t smell the pup anywhere," Vorath growled in his mind.

"Of course, Father, this is your fiefdom, you can come whenever you like." Lavinia forced a nervous smile—Goddess, she was sweating buckets.

What was her father doing here?!

And worse, without the tamer—like a dog without a leash, or more accurately, a lycan without his mate to keep him in check.

"Where is your sister? Call her." Elliot removed his travel gloves, and the butler took his heavy cloak.

"We’re all going to have lunch together. Your mother and I were handling business at the Lycan King's castle and decided to stop by…"

"And Mom? Where is she?" Lavinia immediately glanced behind her like a prisoner searching for amnesty. Everything was easier with her mother around!

"What’s wrong, Lavinia? You seem very nervous. I asked you a question—where is Amara?" Elliot’s words came through gritted teeth.

Rage simmered in his veins. If this was what he suspected, all hell was about to break loose.

Amara had always b