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SANDRA’S POV

My nails repeatedly tapped on the table my husband and mate, Victor, used to work on in his glory days. I smooth my hands on the wooden surface, taking a deep breath as I closed my eyes. This office. These things…reeked of my husband’s scent. Just thinking of his name instantly made my heart quicken, almost forcing a sob to leave my lips but I grit my teeth. Not wanting a single droplet of tear to taint the floor my husband used to walk upon. No, I wouldn’t embarrass myself to him any further.

My wolf whimpered at the painful reminder, although she hadn’t spoken to me in days since we found out about our mate’s death.

She was suddenly… distant. And the more days went by, the more I felt as though I was all alone. As though my wolf was also beginning to fade away. But that is the last thing I need. I need my wolf to be strong enough to carry out the mission our mate left for us. To destroy the Red Silverwood pack and force their alpha to surrender.

That had always been