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Chapter Thirty-One: Among the Pack
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2025-07-23 07:00:29Evelyn
The village was unlike anything I had imagined.
Talia led me down winding dirt paths framed by ancient trees and lanterns that hung from thick branches like glowing fruit. The smell of smoked meat, fresh bread, and damp earth clung to the breeze. Homes were nestled into the forest like they had grown there, built with timber and stone, rooftops covered in moss and wildflowers.
It didn’t feel like a war camp. It didn’t feel like a prison.
It felt… lived in.
“This way,” Talia said, waving me past a wooden cart stacked with baskets of dried mushrooms. “We’ll hit the market square first.”
I kept my hood low at first, unsure how the pack would react. Not everyone in the keep had been warm — some still looked at me like I carried a dagger behind my back. But the villagers here didn’t stare. They looked. A few lingered, curious. But it wasn’t hostili
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RafeThe scent of aged parchment hung heavy in the war room — sharp, metallic, like the memory of blood.But the message lying on the stone table in front of me reeked of it.I read the letter again, slower this time, letting each word settle in my bones like ash:I read it again.To Alpha Rafe Blackthorn,Word has reached Ashmoor.You harbor the daughter of Dorian Vale.Your silence is an insult.There is still blood unpaid.We will meet you at dawn.—Alpha Kael of AshmoorMy wolf stirred, pacing beneath my skin, lips curled back in silent rage. The urge to shred the parchment into a thousand pieces tugged at me, but I forced my hands to stay still.“They’re baiting you,” Cassian said from across the room, arms folded, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “They want to see how far they can push before you snap.”“They think I’ve gone soft,” I muttered. “Because of her.”“Because of who she is,” he corrected, voice hardening. “Not what she’s done. She wasn’t there, Rafe. She didn’t draw blood
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To Love The Hunters Daughter Chapter Thirty-One: Among the Pack
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EvelynI couldn’t stop shaking.Even hours after the challenge, my hands still trembled, my stomach a tight knot. I kept replaying the scene in the ring — Rafe, monstrous and magnificent in his wolf form, black as night, eyes burning like a fallen god’s. And Calder, beaten into the ground, whining his surrender as the pack roared its approval.The moment I’d seen Rafe shift back — bloody, breathing hard, and completely naked — I’d felt something hot coil low in my belly before guilt punched the air out of me. It was wrong, I’d thought frantically, to notice him that way after so much violence. I’d shaken the thought off, ashamed, but it still lingered at the edge of my mind.When Mara and Talia finally stopped hovering, I found my way to his rooms.The door was cracked, candlelight spilling across stone. He sat shirtless on a low bench, his broad back turned towar
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RafeThe hours between morning and dusk crawled like wounded prey, every minute weighted with the waiting.I went through the rituals in silence — plunging my hands into a barrel of freezing water, scrubbing until my skin went numb, tracing protective runes on my forearms with a ragged piece of chalk. The war paint felt heavy on my face as it dried, a mask to hide the fear I could never show.Nothing stilled the storm.Calder had challenged me.And he had done it over her.The pack was gathering before the sun had even begun to sink, eager, tense, hungry for blood. I could taste their excitement on the air, sharp and metallic.I stepped into the ring as the sun bled its final colors across the courtyard. Cassian stood off to one side, arms crossed, his face carved from granite, but there was worry behind his eyes.Don’t let this break you, he thought, and I felt the echo in our bond.
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