EliraThere was no use in running. Not this time.I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his blood drying in the crooks of my elbows and the hollow of my throat. Outside, the wind stirred the frost. Inside, the bond was already unraveling—its final thread snapping like a pulled stitch, leaving silence in its place.The whole pack would know soon. The moment the Alpha bond dissolved, they would feel it like a scream in their chest. And they’d come for me. They always did.So I didn’t run. Instead, I rose from the bed, peeled his cloak from the hook by the door, and wrapped it around myself. It smelled of pine and iron and something faintly sweet beneath it—Auren’s scent, still warm. But not for long. Already, it was beginning to turn.I washed my face in the basin, scrubbing as the water turned red. There was no rush. No need to hide. I braided my hair with steady fingers and laced up my boots.By the time the knock came—hard, impatient—I was seated in the center of the room, hands fold
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