“Yes! But I need a formal dissolution of my bond to Alpha Trent,” I clarified. “I know you have all the Alpha’s blood stored here for summoning and healing purposes.”
His brows lifted. “Does the Alpha—”
“No,” I cut in, my voice firm. “And I’d like to keep it that way. Now, what do I do?”
He hesitated but then nodded. “Understood. I just need your blood to drop off this vial. Then, I’ll mix it with Alpha Trent’s blood.” He brought the blood, and we started mixing it to perform the severance ritual.
After the ritual, I walked out and headed to my next destination.
The building was small, tucked away on the outskirts of rogue territory. Its sign was faded, nearly unreadable, but I knew what it was—a sanctuary for those who wished to vanish.
I stepped inside, the scent of damp wood and old parchment filling my nose. A man sat behind a desk, his face shadowed beneath a hood. His scent was strange—neutral, untraceable.
“I need your services.”
His eyes gleamed. “What kind of services?”
“I want to disappear,” I said. “Completely.”
A slow smirk spread across his face. “And what makes you think I can help you?”