Darius's POV “Alan,” I called. The door finally burst open, and an angry Alan marched into the bedroom, hauling an emotionless Eleanor against the floor. “Look who I found, running through the woods. She even bit me,” he said, showing me his bitten arm. “She doesn't even have a single respect for you.” Eleanor rolled her eyes, countering his words. “I was just running—like running, exercise.” “You mean when you changed into your wolf form and ran towards the pack's borders? You're lucky to have belonged to the Alpha, or I'd have killed you. And even if I did not, the rogues that keep popping up in our pack lands would have finished you off.” Alan showed his distaste for her through words, and Eleanor rolled her eyes again for the second time as she nonchalantly stood up to sit on the couch. “Then why?” she questioned, “Why did you save me, then? It would have bee
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