Chapter Sixty-Eight.

Himari’s POV.

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After a quick breakfast, I set out for the Packhouse with tension flowing stiffly through my limbs. Welma pats me on my shoulder as we stand out on the porch.

“You don’t have to look so hesitant. They’ll know we have our suspicions. Go confidently, my awareness is with you” She grins at the end, assuring me she’s already concocted a spell of protection in case things fall south.

“Thanks, Welma,” I give her a big smile before turning to jog the steps down and the long way to the Packhouse.

Everyone calls out to me eagerly to give their greetings. Gosh, it feels so weird how I’ve become so popular in just two days! I can’t get used to it!

A Pack warrior accompanies me to the Alpha’s office, and after thanking him, he bows to me curtly and leaves. As I watch his departing back, I cringe externally, “Geez, they all revere me like I’m some mini-god”. I turn to the door and work my knuckles on it.

“Come in, Himari.”

I hear a permit call and blink with shock. How