Lana’s POVThe forest air was crisp as I stepped beyond the lodge’s gates, the moonlight painting the path in silver and black. For the first time since we returned, I felt an urge to wander alone—not out of defiance, but out of necessity. The pack had its routines, and I had mine. I needed to feel the earth beneath my paws, to breathe without the weight of Warren’s presence pressing against every thought.The park surrounding the lodge was vast, a mix of dense woods, open meadows, and winding streams. The scent of pine, damp earth, and wildflowers mingled, pulling at memories I didn’t yet fully remember. Wolves lounged in the distance, shifting between forms, their eyes glimmering in the moonlight. I gave a nod to Mara, who was near the lodge entrance, checking on a small group of scouts. She returned it with a brief smile, then disappeared into the shadows herself.I let the forest swallow me, my senses alert. Each sound—the crack of a twig, the rustle of leaves—reminded me th
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