Chapter Thirteen

The dawn of a new day sifted through the antiquated trees, casting long shadows over the Bloodstone Pack's territory. Clara stood at the brink of the forest, observing the brilliant light touch the world around her. It was a minute of peace after the storm, a brief break before the trials that lay ahead.

Marcus was profound in thought, beside her, his eyes filtering the skyline as though looking for answers. The curse had been broken, but the obligations of administration and the burden of their shared past were still overwhelming on his shoulders.

“Do you think she’ll come back?” Clara asked, breaking the silence.

Marcus sighed, his gaze distant. “Vivian’s choices are her own. But I hope she finds peace, wherever she goes.”

Clara nodded, her heart aching with empathy for the witch who had once been their enemy. She understood the power of redemption and the long road it often required. For now, though, there were more pressing matters to address.

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