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~Thorne's POV
I clenched my fists. "Enough," I muttered under my breath.
But it wasn't enough. I couldn't stop thinking about her.
And now she was with them. Damon and his brothers. The same ruthless Alphas who had spilled more blood than any I'd ever known.
I stood up suddenly, knocking the chair backward. "No," I whispered. "They can't have her."
The decision formed in my chest before I could even think. I was going to end this once and for all. I was going to take her from them, even if I had to burn everything down to do it.
I turned toward the door, already reaching for my cloak, when it opened quietly.
"My Alpha," came a soft, trembling voice.
I turned.
Elara.
She stepped in slowly, dressed in a simple white gown, her hair loose around her face. Her eyes were red; she had been crying.
"Elara," I said, trying to sound calm though I was anything but. "What are you doing here this early?"
