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CHAPTER 19: STUCK BETWEEN TWO PACKS

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Nina

The bedroom was pitch black, but darkness has never hidden anything from a wolf.

I stood frozen in the middle of what used to be my childhood room, clutching a threadbare towel to my chest like it was armor. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure he could hear it. Alpha Dexter sat in the old wooden chair by the window, the same chair I used to read in as a pup, his legs crossed he looked calm.

Moonlight sliced through the cracked blinds and caught the sharp edge of his jaw, t
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    NinaI woke at six and reached for my mate before I fully opened my eyes.The bed was empty, Enzo was probably downstairs, he couldn't sleep or he had pack duties so early, I figured he must have been awake for a while and Whatever he was doing it was not urgent.I lay in the morning light for a moment and listened to the early morning sound of birds chirping around the pack and thought about my father in the room down the corridor and felt the special warmth, a lot has been going on that had been wrong, putting a huge gap between us but knowing he was fine and here brought the peace to my heart.Then I got up from the bed pulling my robe on and stepping out of the room to head to the kitchen, The aroma of coffee from the kitchen pulled me in. I stopped by the doorway, Enzo and my father were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table with documents between them and two coffee mugs, and the pose of people who had become comfortable with each other. I'm glad that Dad didn't

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 129: THE MORNING AFTER

    ThomasThe pack house was at its most beautiful and quiet when I woke up.Everyone was moving freely. There was no routine or fear performance, no careful management trying to impress the Alpha or to step on his toes. Just the building breathing quietly around you, the particular creak of old wood settling in the cold, the distant sound of a single patrol wolf moving through the outer boundary, the smell of whatever had been cooked the evening before still faintly present in the corridors.I had always been an early riser.Elena used to say it was because I didn’t trust the world enough to sleep through it, which was both unfair and entirely accurate. Thirty years of being a warrior in a pack that required vigilance had wired something into my body clock that no amount of subsequent illness or captivity had managed to rewire. Dawn found me awake regardless of what the previous day had contained.Waking up at dawn in Silverfang was more different than waking up in Crestmoon, the sheet

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    ThomasI couldn't sleep immediately, I lay in the clean bed in the warm room and listened to the sounds of the pack house settling around me, and let my mind move through everything at whatever pace it wanted.I missed being free, Dexter took that away from me, nobody has said anything about him if he was dead or alive,Deep down, I wished he was.The pack house was clearing and I could feel it, the particular lifting quality of something that had been pressing on my thoughts for months gradually releasing its grip. Not all at once. But incrementally, the way fog lifts in the morning, patch by patch, revealing more of the landscape underneath.I remembered more than I had shown Dexter’s people.That had been a deliberate choice made early in the captivity, when I had understood the nature of what was happening and calculated that appearing less functional than I was gave me more freedom than appearing fully present would. A warrior’s instinct. Assess the situation and choose your postu

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 127: FIRST NIGHT HOME

    Chapter 127: First Night HomeNinaThe silver fang pack received my father the way it received me and everyone, without fake smiles and with complete sincerity.Chloe had prepared the room at the end of the south corridor, the one with the wide window overlooking the garden and the old oak that caught the afternoon light in a way that turned everything golden. It was not the largest room or the most impressive but it was warm and quiet and had the particular quality of a space that had been prepared with genuine care rather than obligation.Fresh sheets. A pitcher of water on the nightstand. A small vase of late season flowers from the garden that I recognized as Chloe’s particular brand of thoughtfulness, the kind that didn’t announce itself but was simply there when you needed it.My father stood in the doorway and looked at the room for a moment.Then he looked at me.“You told them about the flowers,” he said.I hadn’t. Chloe had simply known, the way Chloe knew most things, throu

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 126: WELCOME HOME

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  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 125: RESCUE MISSION

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