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Chapter thirty-four

Author: Aliuibrahim
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-10 22:43:43

Demian pov

I stood at the front of the assembly hall, a large space lit by flickering lanterns that cast dancing shadows across the walls, surveying the sea of anxious faces before me. Two long months had passed since Rachel's tragic death, an event that had left our community reeling with uncertainty, and still, no one could make sense of what had happened. The pack was restless, their whispers intertwining with the air, demanding answers I simply did not possess.

My eyes scanned the crowded room, meeting the intense gazes of my pack members. Anger simmered in their expressions, underlined by a palpable undertone of fear and frustration. I couldn't bring myself to blame them; Rachel had been one of our own, and her absence felt like a wound that refused to heal.

An elder, Grey, stood up; his silver hair and weathered skin lending him an air of wisdom that sharply contrasted the tension in the room. "Alpha Demian," he began, his voice steady and clear, "we can't just sit back and do
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