CORA “Thanks for the pies, Cora,” the man said, tipping his hat as he stepped toward the entrance. “You are welcome, Silas, but make sure you deliver the milk tomorrow morning,” I replied, wiping my hands on my apron. The heavy wooden doors swung shut with a thud, and the shop went quiet. I let out a long sigh of exhaustion and sat down behind the counter. My back was aching, and my feet felt like lead, but I was happy that it was finally the end of the day. This was probably my final customer, I thought, as I looked at the rows of empty shelves. It had been nearly a year since Cade and Maeve became the rulers of Blackwood. Everything had moved so fast after that night in the apartment. We didn't want the drama of the pack or the constant eyes of the elders on us, so we left the next morning. We only had enough time to say goodbye to Cade, Maeve, and Kira before we started traveling north. We eventually settled in this small town called Dimmsville. It was a nice place, far away fr
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