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The day just slipped through Hazel's fingers. She was left alone in her room, grappling with the messiness of her new life. Zain had to go handle some pack stuff. She was left to untangle her emotions alone. Ever since her chat with Zain earlier, her head felt like a beehive, buzzing with all sorts of thoughts. His words hit her hard, sinking into her mind like heavy stones. Wyatt's betrayal kept playing on a loop, and it was tough for her to swallow. She couldn't shake off the memories they shared, now spoiled by the ugly truth of his deceit. "She means nothing to me. My pack is important," his words echoed in her head, each repetition feeling like a dagger to her heart. Her mind was like a rough sea, refusing to calm down, making sleep seem like a distant fantasy. Desperate for some peace, she plugged in her pendrive, hoping that music could be her saving grace. The tunes filled the room, gradually drifting her off into a much-needed slumber, unaware of the stormy dreams waiting for