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8. Losing Control

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Lucan

My wolf wouldn’t shut up.

From the moment I turned my back on her, Kael had been pacing in the corner of my mind—restless, snarling, clawing at the inside of my skull like I’d caged him.

He’d gone eerily still the moment I leaned in and inhaled at the crook of her neck. Still—not in warning, but in recognition.

And now he paced, frustrated. Unsure. Growling every time I tried to rationalize what I’d felt.

'No. It can’t be. We shouldn't let it be her,' I tried to reason with him.

He growled in reply.

Go back.

She’s ours.

Find her.

"No!" I answered with finality, gritting my teeth as I stalked toward the training yard.

He wasn’t getting that satisfaction.

I wasn’t going back there just to prove him right.

She didn’t deserve it.

I threw off my cloak and started on the first hanging straw sack.

One strike.

Then another.

And another.

It was still not enough.

My fists thudded against it in a punishing rhythm. The air around me shifted, thickening.
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