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The Moonlight Pack is truly the biggest I’d ever seen since Layla and I moved to the eastern part of Norway. The pack seemed alive, bustling with energy, shops lining the streets and pups playing joyfully around the village.My eyes lit up at the lively scene, and a soft smile crept onto my face as I watched two girls using sticks as swords to play. The sight reminded me of my childhood with Layla. She wasn’t just my stepsister; she was the best one anyone could ask for. Unlike the other mean and rude ones back in our pack, Layla was energetic and bold, always calling herself “The Lurking Wolf.”“You seem captivated by the sight,” Warren’s deep voice interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.I turned my gaze from the pups and focused on the road ahead. “Yes, it reminds me of my childhood,” I said, glancing at him. His eyes glittered with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. The way he looked at me made me feel oddly comfortable, yet warm.“I never knew a lone wolf cou

{Warren's Pov}The pounding in my head was relentless, making it hard to stay upright as I made my way into the office. I had no idea why I’d drunk so much the night before. All I’d wanted was to honor my cousin’s invitation for once after turning her down so many times. But instead, I’d found myself bored, lonely, and aching for a connection that wasn’t there, a painful reminder that I still hadn’t found my mate.The throbbing in my skull intensified as I moved further into the room. I sank into my chair, my body heavy with exhaustion. Resting my hands on the desk, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in my mind. The news about my company, about it falling apart because of some conspiracy, had forced me out of bed despite the pain. I sank into my chair, letting my hand rest on the cool surface of the desk as I attempted to steady my thoughts. My headache pulsed faintly, but I pushed the discomfort aside. Glancing up, I waited for the day’s report to begin. That’s when my e

My eyes snapped open to a banging headache as I sat up in bed, clutching my throbbing head. The unfamiliar room around me made the pain in my scalp even more unsettling as fragments of memories from the previous night flooded my mind.I remembered agreeing to attend a party with Layla and reluctantly accepting her offer to drink. After her relentless talk about me finding my mate, I had given in, seeking an escape. Now, the stinging sensation at the base of my neck made it clear that the night had taken a turn I hadn’t anticipated.What the hell happened?I pressed my palm against my forehead, trying to suppress the pounding pain, massaging my temples softly. Dragging myself out of the bed, my feet touched the cold tiled floor, sending shivers through my body. I was about to leave the room when my eyes caught my reflection in a full-length mirror near a large, polished brown closet. I stopped, staring at myself in disbelief. I was wearing a black shirt that barely reached my upper t

“I doubt that,” I said, feeling the warmth of the alcohol bloom in my chest. “If I was meant to meet my mate, it would’ve happened last year when I turned eighteen.”“Don’t say that,” Layla chided gently. “Only the Moon Goddess knows why you haven’t met him yet.” She glanced at my empty cup and tilted the bottle toward me. “Want more?”I hesitated, then gave a slight nod. Maybe a little more would help drown the loneliness creeping into my heart. Layla poured into both our cups, lifting hers for a toast.“To my sister, finding her mate tonight!” she declared dramatically.I laughed, the sound slurred but genuine, and clinked my cup against hers. “To finding him,” I mumbled, we sat together, drinking and chatting, until the alcohol took full effect.I blinked slowly and pressed my palm against my temple. “Shit, Layla, you finally got me drunk,” I slurred, giggling despite myself.She laughed and leaned her head on my shoulder, her voice a soft hum. “I’m sorry, Diana, but you needed thi

{Years ago}“Diana, listen to me,” my dad said, lying on the ground with his legs deeply injured. I shook my head in denial, realizing he was slipping away. The fear that death might take him, just as it had taken my mom, clenched my heart like a vise.“No, Dad,” I cried, leaning close to him, gripping his hand tightly. “Please, don’t leave me.” “Momma, no! I’ll hate myself if you leave me!” Layla, my stepsister cried, her slender figure trembling as she stood next to her mother. Her mother was limping, panting furiously, her injured leg barely supporting her weight. “Diana, you must be strong,” my dad muttered, groaning in pain. He looked down at his legs, attempting to move them, but the effort only made him cry out louder. Sweat dripped from his forehead and soaked his body, the metallic smell of blood stinging my nose. “Take Layla and run as fast as you can. Leave this pack and go far away.”“No... no, Dad. I won’t leave you here!” I sobbed, shaking my head in refusal. The sound