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*****Myra's POV*****

I lay on my bed in my room, staring at the white sterile ceiling. The pains from earlier seemed to be gone, and I could finally breathe again.

Lira insisting that I visit the witch again was unacceptable. What was I supposed to say to Alpha Reign if he eventually caught me going for the second time?

I just couldn't do it, at least not yet.

The darkness crept in and fell over the horizon.

I slowly got out of bed, walking towards the window to take in some fresh air at least.

I always did this back at the Wildwood pack, I would often come to sit by the window of Dorian's bedroom each time I snuck in. The night sky had this refreshing moment attached to it. Unlike Dorian who never liked darkness, I liked the darkness more than anything else.

Just then, I heard the sound of clinking swords. Someone else was awake at this time?

At the Wildwood pack, once it was dark, there would be stillness and silence till the sun rose again.

But in this pack, someone was still