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Chapter 106

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Theon’s rage increases with every passing day.

Each hour Lumina stays away adds a weight to his chest, a tight coil of something volatile pressed against his ribs. His hands clench into fists at random, jaw tense, breath sharp. Everyone in the packhouse knows to keep their distance. Even Bernardo, his second, barely speaks unless necessary.

“She should have returned by now,” Theon mutters, pacing along the edge of the training grounds. His voice is a low rumble. “She thinks she can run off and I’ll just wait?”

He turns toward the car, keys already in hand.

“I’ll make her crawl back to me,” he growls, low in his throat, the sound almost inhuman.

He throws open the driver’s door, metal creaking in protest, but freezes.

A familiar scent lingers in the air, sharp and warm and achingly familiar.

Then he hears footsteps.

Theon’s eyes snap up, and there she is.

Lumina.

She steps through the tall gates of the PhantomMoon Pack house like she never left. Her hair moves in the wind, catching sun
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