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He looked at her, his eyes open and honest. “I’ve never once lied to you, and you know that.” Placing his hand gently on her cheek, he smiled, a grim smile, but still a smile. “There’s trouble brewing. The Kattagaria are getting bolder and bolder with each passing century.” Releasing her cheek, he turned away. “Most of the pack is gone, and I mean gone. The only ones left are the ones who hadn’t truly mated.”
Rebecca stumbled towards the bed and collapsed. The statement could only mean one thing. Her parents were both gone, along with at least two of her siblings. Looking over at Chris with tears in her eyes, she forced herself to ask the question she never wanted to have to ask: “Mom’s gone? And Dad? What about the others?”
Walking immediately to her bed, and sitting down beside her, Chris pulled her into his arms, stroking her blond hair, and wished he didn’t have to tell her the news. “Your mom, your dad, Katy, Melanie, and Stephen. They’re all gone. Amara has set up candles at Hovarius.” He held her close, while she sobbed.
Hovarius was the local sanctuary for the Were-Hunters, Arcadian and Kattagaria alike. It was also a safe haven for Apolites, Daimons, and Dark Hunters as well. It was considered neutral grounds and anyone who violated sanctuary had to face Savitar, one bad-ass son of a bitch. It was disguised as a club, and humans also frequented the place as well.
