* Regina *I woke to the cold. Not the sharp kind that bites through bone, but the quiet, aching absence where warmth should have been. My hand rested on the fur beside me out of habit, fingers curling as if they might still find the solid reassurance of a body that had been there only hours ago. Empty. It only means he left, of course he was gone.Alpha Archer never stayed past dawn with me. He never could. The West needed him as their Alpha. His pack required him to see him standing where an Alpha belonged, not vanishing into the Wildlands like a reckless boy following instinct. And I, I needed to learn how to wake without him. Again and Again.I sat up slowly, the fur slipping from my naked shoulders. Pale morning light crept through the gaps of the shelter walls, touching the scars on the floor, the weapons neatly stacked by the entrance, the marks of a life that could never afford softness for long.The bond between us was quieter now. Not severed, never that, but dulled, like a
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