Elena’s POVThe days following my conversation with Oliver were an emotional labyrinth. I went about my duties, often finding solace in Beauty’s quiet presence, yet I felt his gaze lingering whenever we crossed paths. He kept his distance as promised, but it was clear he hadn’t given upon proving himself. And despite my resolve, part of me felt drawn to him, haunted by what we had once shared and what he claimed to regret.One morning, as dawn broke over the pack lands, Lucas found me near the edge of the forest, collecting herbs Beauty had shown me. His expression was softer than usual, an unusual vulnerability in his eyes.“Elena,” he said, clearing his throat. “Can we talk?”I glanced up, surprised by his tone. “Of course.”He hesitated before speaking, his gaze locked on the forest. “I’ve been by Oliver’s side through everything—the battles, the decisions, even the mistakes. I thought I understood him completely, but lately…” His voice trailed off, and he let out a heavy sigh. “La
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