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Kihara’s honeymoon lasted three nights. Three good nights of no worries, three nights of forgetting that there was even anything to be worried about. It ended too quickly for her liking, but they needed to get back to their duties, and Kihara needed to start hers.

The bodies they found in the woods had been buried properly. In the days Kihara and Asher remained completely indoors, the only time they opened their doors was to receive food, and in their absence, Victor had taken charge. He’d put off alerting human authorities about the bodies in the woods and for good reason. No human police would not believe that the work had been done by a pack of werewolves. It’d be like putting handcuffs on their own wrists and walking to the police station to be locked behind bars, not that any police bar or handcuff could hold a werewolf.

Apart from burying the bodies, there were many other issues. The pack had grown hesitant of stepping outside pack house boundaries. Members who had human jobs