Amara’s POV I pulled my knees tight against my chest, a futile attempt to ward off the bone-deep chill that had settled within me, a coldness that had little to do with the dropping temperature of the evening air. The ache in my chest, a dull, persistent throb, pulsed with the rhythm of my heartbeat, a constant reminder of the raw, unhealed wound Jaxon had inflicted with his abrupt departure. It felt like a bruise that wouldn’t fade, a constant, tender spot that flared with every unwelcome memory. You can’t keep running from them, my wolf murmured softly in the quiet recesses of my mind, her voice a low, steady counterpoint to the frantic turmoil of my thoughts. I’m not running, I retorted, the bitterness lacing my mental reply. I just need space. I can’t breathe around them right now. Every look, every word… it’s a reminder of what’s broken. My wolf sighed, a mental exhalation that carried a weight of understanding and a quiet, unwavering wisdom. You love them, Amara. All of the
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