BrunoThe moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery light across the pack house as I paced my room, frustration boiling beneath the surface. I just settled into a restless state when a soft knock echoed through the door.“Bruno?” Freya’s voice drifted in, tentative but familiar.I clenched my jaw, irritation prickling at my skin. “What do you want, Freya?” “I need to talk to you,” she replied, her tone insistent. With a heavy sigh, I opened the door, bracing myself for yet another conversation that would lead nowhere. Freya stepped inside, her expression a mix of determination and something I couldn’t quite place. “Freya, it’s late,” I said, trying to sound more pissed than I felt. “You shouldn’t be here.”“I know,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But I couldn’t wait.”I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and studied her. She looked different tonight—tense, almost fragile. “What is it?”Before she could respond, a familiar scent hit me—Denera’s scent, lingering o
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