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To The Pack

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Elena’s POV

Draven’s fingers remained wrapped around mine beneath the table until I finally slipped my hand free. The journal lay open in front of us. No one reached for it. No one spoke. The final words stared back at every one of us. ‘The path has finally opened.’

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. It felt wrong to close the journal, almost as if doing so would somehow change what we’d just witnessed. I’d watched fresh ink appear one letter at a time without anyone touching the page.
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