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Prologue. Jason. I have searched for her for years. Fighting the madness inside me knowing it was just a matter of time. The darkness keeps coming closer, even my pack and the outlying villages can see the change within me. Hence the name I was given , the Shadow. Angelica. I have dreamed of him. Jet black hair, green eyes but he never smiles. At six feet four inches he towers over my five and a half foot frame. Sometimes he scares me. His voice is seductive like fine wine. He has the most handsome face; straight nose, square jawline with a dimple at his chin but his soul is troubled, consumed by the darkness that all Alphas feel when they live for years without their mate. I feel our connection but I can never find him and I fear that his soul and mine are lost, never to meet, never to touch, never to love.
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