Stanley POV "What pack does he belong to?" I asked him, but he kept saying the closest pack to this pack which made me feel more angry."The closest pack," I repeated, my voice low, dangerous. "Do you think I’m stupid? There are seven packs within a fifty-mile radius. Which one?"He didn’t flinch. That alone told me he wasn’t an ordinary messenger. Most wolves would’ve dropped to one knee the second I let my alpha voice slip. But he just tilted his head, looked at me in the eyes as if I wasn't already boiling in rage."The Ashwood Pack," he said finally. "But you already knew that, didn’t you?"Ashwood. The pack that vanished twenty years ago. The pack my father refused to speak about. The pack that was erased from every record, every map, every story told around the fire at night. My breath hitched. "Liar," I said, but it came out weak. Even my wolf inside me was silent, listening. "I don’t lie to an alpha," he replied, and for the first time, his voice dropped, It was steady. Re
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