Three days had passed since I had bolted down the stone corridor in a fit of panic. Three days of hot meals, endless rest, and the quiet, fierce presence of the three Alpha brothers. Today, however, was different. A border dispute with a neighboring pack had flared up at dawn, demanding the attention of the ruling Alphas. Xane, ever the strategist, and Xion, the razor-sharp enforcer, had left early in the morning to handle the pack affairs. That left Xenon—the quietest, most intimidating of the three—to stay behind with me. I sat on the wide window seat, wrapped in a thick, cream-colored wool sweater that drowned my small frame. My knees were pulled to my chest, my toes tucked under the hem as I watched the snow drift off the fir branches outside. A quiet tread sounded behind me—heavy, deliberate, but surprisingly soft for a male of his size. Xenon stepped into the sunlit alcove carrying two steaming porcelain mugs. He had traded his
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