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Once the pack warriors arrived at the scene, they were surprised to see Kristen standing there alone holding the head of a rogue.

"Princess Kristen… " they all bowed, silence following as the cricket and frogs croaked into the night, the dark clouds hovering above them, syncing with the gloomy moon which glowed slightly on the others.

Suddenly, they heard a sob, and the pack warriors glanced up in horror to see Kristen crying with her hands over her face, the rogue right In front of her.

They all exchanged looks, wondering what was wrong, but she was yet to stop and no one could dare to approach her, however, a sound was heard, and Kristen who was crying bitterly faking it actually, froze when the scent of the wolf hit her right in her nostrils.

It was sensuous and delicious, and she found herself staring blindly around just to catch sight of a pack warrior amongst them.

He seemed to be new because she had never seen him before, and despite that, he was much more taller and bulki