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Chapter 12: The Apology

Penulis: Kendra Velune
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-24 17:56:04

(Amara’s POV)

The pack clinic smelled like antiseptic and regret.

I’d been here four days. Four days of white sheets and beeping monitors and my mother’s hand in mine. Four days of Liam bringing me books I was too tired to read and Maya sneaking me chocolate she’d stolen from the pack kitchen. Four days of avoiding the one question everyone wanted to ask but no one had the courage to voice:

Has he come to see you?

The answer, of course, was no.

I’d stopped waiting for him on the second da
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