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CHAPTER 43

Author: V. LORDE
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-29 23:37:27

The aftermath of Harold’s death rippled through the pack like an earthquake.

On the surface, there was relief—one major threat eliminated—but underneath, fear simmered. Harold’s allies wouldn’t disappear overnight. We had won the battle, but the war was far from over.

Dominic carried the weight of that knowledge heavily. His calm facade rarely cracked, but I’d caught glimpses of the strain in his eyes, the way his hands lingered a moment too long over maps of potential enemy movements.

As for me, I was trying to balance a new role in the pack: advisor, warrior, confidant. But in the quiet moments when my thoughts weren’t consumed by strategies or patrols, my mind drifted to Dominic—his steadiness, his resolve, and the fleeting moments of vulnerability he allowed me to see.

It was late, the moon high in the sky, when I found myself wandering the edges of the forest. Sleep had eluded me yet again. The cool night air kissed my skin, and the distant sounds of the pack settling in for the
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