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The forest was quiet—too quiet.Lina’s boots crunched softly over the scattered leaves as she made her way down the narrow path behind the training fields. She’d needed space, again. Ever since that late-night conversation with Louis, her thoughts had been tangled, hard to sort. Every time she thought she had buried her feelings, he’d say something, look at her a certain way, and everything would shift again.He was waiting for her near the edge of the woods, where the trees opened into a small clearing. A half-smirk played at his lips as she approached, hands shoved casually into his pockets.“I was starting to think you ditched me.”Lina raised an eyebrow. “And miss another one of your charming silences? Never.”He gave a low grunt, almost a laugh, then turned to walk beside her as they headed deeper into the woods. It wasn’t official pack territory anymore, but it was safe—usually. They both needed the quiet, the peace. But tonight, the forest felt different.The breeze carried som

The sky had already deepened into a smoky violet by the time Lina slipped out of the packhouse again. The walls felt too close, too heavy with responsibilities she wasn’t ready to face. Out here, under the open sky, she could almost remember who she was before everything changed.Almost.The air was cool against her skin, laced with the earthy scent of pine and fresh grass. A few warriors still lingered near the training grounds, their laughter low and fading as they drifted back toward the main house. Lina kept her distance, wandering further out toward the open fields, where the moon was just beginning to rise.That was when she saw him.Louis.He was sitting alone at the edge of the training field, his back against a low fence post, one knee bent loosely as he stared out over the darkening landscape. His posture was lazy, but his eyes were sharp, like he was guarding something unseen.Maybe himself.Without fully thinking, Lina walked over, the soft crunch of her boots on the grass

The morning after their last encounter, Lina found herself restless.She’d barely slept. Her thoughts had been tangled—looping endlessly around things Louis had said, and the things he hadn’t. The way he looked at her. The way he walked away.She hated how her mind kept circling back to him.The pack was still asleep when she stepped outside. Early light slanted through the towering trees, turning the edges of the forest golden. Birds chirped high above, and the air smelled of dew and woodsmoke. It was quiet in the way only early mornings could be.And again—like fate had a habit of placing him in her path—he was there.Louis stood near the tree line, this time sharpening a blade with calm, measured strokes. The rhythmic shh, shh of the whetstone was oddly soothing. He didn’t look up when she approached.“I’m starting to think you live in these woods,” Lina said.“Maybe I do,” he muttered without glancing at her.“You’re not going to chase me off again, are you?”“Depends. Are you her

The late afternoon sun bled golden light over the forest’s edge, turning the air warm and soft as it filtered through the trees. The pack grounds were quieter than usual—most warriors were inside, resting or eating—but Lina preferred it that way. Solitude had become oddly comforting in the past few days, and now that she was allowed to wander under supervision, she took full advantage of the open space. Her boots crunched lightly against the gravel path as she made her way past the small clearing where training usually took place. A light breeze brushed her hair from her shoulders, and for the first time in days, she felt like she could breathe. She didn’t expect to see him. Louis was standing at the edge of the woods, half-hidden in shadow, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a small pile of firewood at his feet. He moved with quiet efficiency, arms flexing slightly with each piece he stacked. His back was to her, but somehow, she knew he’d sensed her presence before she even said a wo

Morning sunlight bathed the courtyard in gold as Lina stood by the window, watching the pack members begin their day. She hadn’t slept well, her mind circling endlessly around Dane’s apology, her confusion, her anger… and the aching sense of betrayal that had lingered ever since she learned her fate had been decided long ago.A sharp howl echoed in the distance—low, commanding.She didn’t need to be told who it was.Alpha Jackson.Her father.The guards bowed as a tall figure passed through the main gates, flanked by warriors from the Midnight Pack. His presence was like a thundercloud—silent, imposing, impossible to ignore.Lina’s stomach tightened.She had expected him eventually.She just didn’t expect the hurt in her chest when she saw him again.By the time the knock came at her chamber door, she was already dressed and waiting.“Come in,” she said, her voice steady.The door opened, and her father stepped in.He hadn’t changed much. Still broad-shouldered, still carrying the sce

The first light of dawn crept through the tall windows of Lina’s room, brushing golden warmth across the stone walls. She hadn’t slept. She’d spent the night pacing, replaying yesterday’s conversations with her father, her fears, and her endless internal arguments.She hated this.Hated feeling like a prisoner in her own home.And most of all, she hated the aching emptiness that came with knowing her future had already been written—without her consent.The bond to Dane pulsed quietly in her chest. It wasn’t strong—not yet. They hadn’t fully completed the mating bond. But it was there, like a lingering thread tugging at her thoughts.A bond that should have meant protection. Love. Understanding.Not this… distance.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.She hesitated. Only a few people knocked on her door like that. Not the guards. Not the maids.“Come in,” she said finally.The door creaked open, and Dane stepped into the room.He looked tired. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, h