Chapter one hundred & Thirty Five

—HADES.

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I trudge back to the Silvermist pack's main house, weighed down by the crushing burden of defeat.

The familiar scent of home and family offers little comfort, as the ache within me grows with each step.

Until now, I hadn't grasped the depth of great sadness.

The hunt, once fueled by determination and hope, has yielded nothing. No sign of Jasmine, no hint of Denzel's whereabouts. The abyss of uncertainty gapes wider, threatening to consume me.

As I enter the pack house, my gaze falls upon Enora and Ezra, their hushed conversation halted by my arrival. Their eyes, attuned to my emotions, widen in concern.

Ezra, one of our pack's strongest members and a trusted ally had opted to remain behind, watching over Enora and our children while I pursued the hunt. His presence provides a sense of security, allowing me to focus on the search.

Now, as Enora and Ezra take in my worn, defeated appearance, they sense the outcome without needing words. Their expressions mirror my despair.

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