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Chapter Thirty seven: The Calm Before the Storm

Author: Valerie snow
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-18 16:57:08

QUEENETH’S POV

By the time the first light crept through the windows, I already knew. Reuben was gone. Vanished like a shadow melting into the morning. The house felt emptier than it should have, quieter than it had ever been when so many voices filled the rooms. The pack arrived in waves, their concern thick in the air, but it felt hollow. I could hear them. They were shouting over each other. Asking questions that didn’t matter. Questions about what I had seen, what I had done. No one asked about the storm inside me, the trembling that wouldn’t stop, the fear that refused to be named.

Collins lay on the floor, messy sheets tangled around him, and when he finally moved, it was slow, careful. His hands shook when he touched my arm, and I saw the lines in his face, the bruises hidden under his skin, the hurt he refused to speak out loud. He didn’t need to apologize to the pack. He didn’t need to announce his worry. He whispered it once to me, low and broken, and that was enough. That q
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