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169. In His Arms
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2025-06-01 14:00:27|| Lilac’s POV ||
The drive to the Blood Moon Pack was tense, the silence in the car thick with unspoken words. Marcus sat in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his expression unreadable. I stared out the window, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. The closer we got, the heavier the weight in my chest became. I furrowed my brow as Marcus drove past Alaric's house, the familiar structure fading into the distance. "He doesn't live there anymore," Marcus said, his voice quiet but carrying an edge of sadness. "Did he move to the packhouse, then?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "No," Marcus replied, his tone grim. "He moved to his office." The words sent a chill down my spine. Alaric, the man who had once been so full of life and strength, was now living in his office, drowning in work and whatever demons haunted him. My heart ached at the thought, guilt gnawing at me like a relentless beast. When we arrived at the packhouse, I
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