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“Everything is ready. The only thing you have to do is add a drop of your blood once she lights it,” I say, gesturing to the bowl.

“Then it’ll be like what happened to you? I’ll get my mate’s scent and…that’s it? No more Silver Pack?” he asks, sitting down and picking up the razor.

“I don’t think Silver Pack will ever be very far away if you need them,” I say. “I certainly will be, once we get these rituals done.”

Donovan pauses for a moment, then nods, bringing the blade to his finger. “Alright, I’m ready.”

Taryn lights the ingredients. He bleeds into the bowl. A second later a shimmering light pours out of the bowl, then dissipates with a puff. But I see the change in Donovan immediately. The snap. He barely avoids shifting before he gets his wolf under control.

“I’ve got her scent,” Donovan growls, practically in a daze. “Time to hunt my mate.”

“Good luck. Call if you need anything,” I say, watching him walk away.

“I guess that’s it,” Taryn says. “Four rituals down.”

“Three to go,” I mutter, sitting up and gathering everything.

“Grandeur next,” she says. “It just says that Mother Nature allowed grandeur to flourish, inspiring generations. I don’t really know what that… means.”

“Me either. And we’ve asked everyone we know,” I say. “We’ve just got to pick somewhere and do the ritual.”

“Maybe we should go somewhere Mother Nature inspired grandeur,” she says, standing up.

“She was long gone by the time most places were built,” I growl, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

“I know, but the inspiration was still there. It didn’t go away,” she says.

“Where would you like to go?” I ask curiously, holding her hand as we leave the conference room.

“What about Paris?” she suggests. “I’ve never been. Have you?”

“No,” I say, letting the idea tumble around in my head for a moment. “I suppose there’s plenty of grandeur there, if that’s the kind you’re looking for.”

“I think so,” she says, squeezing my hand.

If it’s what my mate wants, it’s what my mate will get.

We’ll see Paris for the first time together.

CHAPTER 29

Taryn

Paris is beautiful.

We’ve been here for two weeks now. We decided not to do another ritual immediately after the news broke about what we did in California. Two noticeable miracles close together has the entire world buzzing now. Some people are predicting the second coming of their religious icon. That’s true in a way, just not the one most people worship.

I feel like everything in Paris is impressive and I’d like to believe a few things impressed Victor too. It’s hard to tell, sometimes, except when we’re in the bedroom. Paris has brought out a little frenzy in him in the best way. I got tied to an antique four post bed last night and he didn’t stop until he’d reminded me that every hole was his.

But things are finally calm. The news is talking about politics, wars, and the economy instead of miracles. Hopefully that means I can perform the Ritual of Grandeur and we can go home soon.

“Bad news,” Victor announces as he walks inside and closes the door.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking over at him.

We’re staying at an amazing suite we rented in Paris. It has everything we could need. We’ve left it most days to see the sights so it’s basically been a vacation.

“I thought some guy was tailing me last night, and today I’m sure someone was. Different guy,” he growls. “That means someone is onto us.”