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Chapter 36: Desperate Measures

Lyra's POV

The air in Shadowmoon territory is thick with grief and unspoken tension as I put the finishing touches on the memorial for Alpha Blackthorn. Lanterns flicker softly in the gathering dusk, casting long shadows across the faces of pack members as they begin to assemble.

I catch snippets of hushed conversations as I move among the crowd:

"She's done so much for us..."

"Maybe we were too quick to judge..."

"But can we really trust her?"

Their words are a mixture of gratitude and lingering suspicion that makes my heart ache. As I light the final candle, I feel a familiar presence behind me.

"This is... beautiful, Lyra," Xander's voice is low, tinged with emotion. "My father would have appreciated it."

I turn to face him, my breath catching at his proximity. The mate bond hums between us, a bittersweet reminder of what can never be. "I just wanted to honor him properly," I manage to say. "To give the pack a chance to say goodbye."

Something flickers in Xander's eyes – gratitude,
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