SHARON'S POV.Sleep refused to come...I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling counting breaths inside of sleep. Morris slept beside me, his back turned, one arm stretched out as though he still expected me to curl into it in the middle of the night. His breathing was calm, steady, unaware of the storm raging inside me.What is going on in my former pack haunted me.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw starving children, hollow eyes, trembling hands. I saw my father in a cold dungeon, pride stripped from him, breath fading away without forgiveness, without closure.Sandra's face flashed in my mind--cold, unmoved, powerful Alpha.My half-sister..The same blood, yet so much cruelty.If I attacked, it would mean war. Blood would spill, and innocent wolves would pay the price. If I stayed silent, I would be no better than Sandra itself watching suffering and choosing comfort instead..I shifted restlessly, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomach. A lot is going through my mind. I sig
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