A year later, I heard news about Misael and Alayna by chance.They had drifted to a neutral territory on the border—a gathering place for Rogues. Chaos, filth, and lawlessness ruled there.Without their pack's protection or their titles, they lived worse than stray dogs.They were said to be living in a torn tent, fighting every day over moldy scraps of bread.One day, rain poured down hard. Misael, soaked to the bone, clutched half a piece of meat scavenged from the trash as he staggered back to their tent.His once-proud Alpha physique was now nothing but skin and bones, covered with scars.Inside the tent, Alayna curled up in a corner, her hair matted and her body reeking. Gone was any trace of her former grace. She looked like a worn-out she-wolf.The moment she saw the meat in Misael's hand, her eyes glowed green as she lunged to snatch it. "Give it to me! I'm starving! I need to eat!"Misael slapped her across the face, knocking her down. "Get lost! I fought tooth and nai
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