The squad collectively determined to convene in the tactical hall after the evening feast, mirroring the previous night’s rhythm.Following the meal, Emily made her way to the obsidian hall, casting a wary scent for the others; she had no desire to be cornered by Lucas again. The memory of his explosive departure yesterday lingered like a frostbite warning. To her relief, only Dean was present, his brow furrowed as he etched runes onto his slate.With her spirit anchored by the silence, she approached their designated table and took her seat.Before long, the rest of the pack arrived, and the air hummed with renewed focus. They labored in a shared trance, the passage of the moons unnoticed.“My marrow is turning to ice,” Adam groaned, stretching his aching limbs.“I am fading as well,” Coal echoed, casting a tentative glance toward Lucas.It was clear the two were flagging under the weight of the runes, though they feared the Alpha’s rebuke for showing weakness.“We have several defen
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