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Chapter 287: Fantasy

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Nova’s POV

I froze when I saw Drystan rushing out of the packhouse, his surprise shifting from surprise to something I couldn’t quite place.

I swallowed hard, staying rooted on the spot, fighting the urge to turn around and run away again as he ran towards me, closing the distance between us.

“Drystan, what are you doing here?” My voice faltered, the words I had planned to say slipping through my fingers like water.

I thought he would still be at the Silvermoon Pack, wrapped in Astrid’s arms, far from here. I thought I completely lost him to her.

Instead, he is right in front of me, moving closer with every second, like he was afraid I might disappear again.

Before I could take a step back, before I could even think, Drystan closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly that I almost couldn’t breathe.

His embrace caught me off guard. This wasn’t the cold, distant Drystan I had expected.

It wasn’t the reaction I’d imagined during all those lon
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