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Chapter 28

Author: Wednesday Adaire
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-21 15:47:04

Lyon's POV

There is a strange kind of clarity that comes only after a long stretch of tension, the kind that makes every detail feel sharper than it should, the way the night air tastes colder when you’ve spent too much time listening for footsteps that never fully reveal themselves. Sitting inside Theressa’s room for those few minutes earlier did not calm me the way I hoped it would, because everything about her—her voice, her fear, her attempt to stay steady—reminds me that she is now positioned at the center of a world I never intended to pull her into. And yet, here she is, handling it with more honesty than most wolves I’ve met in my life.

But honesty does not erase danger.

I step outside again after she asks me to stay only for a little while, and I stay close enough that she can hear my presence if she listens for it. The porch supports my weight easily as I lean against the pillar, arms crossed, gaze tracing the length of the street with a patience I’m not sure I can maintain
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