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Chapter 27 – An Alpha’s Hesitation

Author: Florence Su
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-25 22:08:18

Anna’s Point of View

I could already sense that something drastic was about to happen, Era, my wolf, had been antsy for some minutes.

Suddenly, she stood bolt upright on her hind legs within my mind, a hint towards the cemetery where Emile had vanished behind the two towering gravestones of his Alphas. We had all seen him there, conversing with someone, likely the individual whose faint scent we had already detected from the packhouse, a subtle trace of another wolf.

‘What's up with you, Era?’ I muttered, a frustrated whisper escaping my lips. ‘What made you finally crawl out of your shell? It's nowhere near a full moon yet.’

I rolled my eyes, a silent protest at the lack of an immediate answer.

To distract myself from my restless wolf’s premonitions, I immersed myself in the conversation with my friends.

Of course, Margie was once again the victim of our good-natured t
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