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Viinturuth’s gaze bore upon him with questioning, but the dark man was thankful when the other Mayfair held his tongue. The report was succinct—drawing a haphazard smirk at the corner of the ebony wolf’s lips.

“Let’s hunt,” he suggested. He didn’t want to share in his feelings. He didn’t want to commiserate, or mope. He didn’t even want to think.

For now, he simply just needed to do.