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Chapter 8

Author: Amarablack
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-07 03:16:54
All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

—Edgar Allan poe

DARIUS

Some presences choke you like smoke, but hers,hers lit me on fire. And I hadn’t burned in years.

“Again,” I yelled at the men sprinting across the field. Their strides had slowed, a clear contrast of the burst of energy they started with. I pushed them harder than usual, not out of discipline, but because I needed the noise to drown out the chaos in my chest.

Something in me was unraveling and I didn’t ask for it.

“Nah, fuck you. Do the rounds yourself,” Alaric groaned, collapsing beside me like he’d been shot.

I shot a warning snarl at my beta without saying a word, lifting my hand to dismiss the others.

They dropped immediately, forming sweaty heaps of exhausted werewolves across the training ground.

I stalked toward the punching bag, still full of that gnawing, restless fire. I needed impact. Pain.

Anything.

“We’ve finished the eastern patrol sweep. No signs of movement near the
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