The Lost Pack
“They’re right, all of them. We’re your anchors, but you’re ours too.”
My heart squeezes. “I still don’t understand what I’m supposed to do,” I say. “What my… power is for.”
Ronnie leans forward, tapping the page with his finger.
“Dawn is not destruction,” he says softly. “Dawn is renewal. Light after dark. Truth after illusion. Healing after corruption.”
I think of the nine wolves, hollow-eyed and broken, then rising with new breaths. I think of the hunters fleeing. I think of the surge that nearly tore me apart.
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