The room had never felt like hers.Myla stood in the centre of it for the last time, hands loose at her sides, bags packed neatly by the door. She waited for something to move inside her. Grief. Relief. Fear. Anything.Nothing came.She wasn’t surprised. Bloodstone Ridge had given her shelter, training, a name to carry into the world. It had never given her a home. You couldn’t mourn something you’d never truly had.A knock at the door. Soft. Deliberate.She already knew who it was.“Come in.”Alpha Darius filled the doorway the way he always did, like the space was never quite big enough for him. He was a tall man, broad through the shoulders, with silver threading through dark hair and eyes that had always reminded Myla of cold stone. Tonight those eyes were warm. Carefully, precisely warm.“I wanted to see you before tomorrow,” he said.“I figured.”“You’ve grown into exactly what this pack needed you to be, Myla.” He stepped inside, surveyed the bare walls and empty shelves, and s
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