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Chapter Twenty-Six: Into The Pack

Author: M.C. Harry
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Evelyn

The morning sunlight was harsh, stabbing at the edges of my skull like little knives. I winced as I rolled over, groaning. Apparently, Mara hadn’t exaggerated about that drink being “stronger than what humans could handle.”

Still, when I thought back to the river — to laughing until my sides hurt, to opening up to Rafe in the quiet of my room — I didn’t regret a thing.

I dragged myself up and washed, taming my hair into a loose braid before stepping out. The corridors felt different now. Less threatening. Familiar faces passed me in the halls, and though not everyone smiled, the suspicion in their eyes had eased.

Mara found me before I could even think about hiding.

“There you are!” she barked. “You’re helping today.”

I blinked at her. “Helping with what?”

Talia stepped up behind her, smirking. “The usual boring pack business. Unless you’d rather stay in bed, princess?”

I snorted. “No, I’d rather be useful.”

“Good.” Mara shoved a basket of supplies at me. “Let’s go.”

We spent t
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