Her Alphas.
No more triplets.
Her aunt, the woman who took her in after her parents went rogue and vanished, had already begun prepping a quiet exit. A small cabin far from the center of the pack. Enough space for Daphne to live unnoticed.
Still, something had been shifting lately. Her senses were sharper, hearing too clear, smells too intense. Her moods flipped unpredictably. The signs were all there — her wolf was waking up.
And that terrified her more than anything.
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Later that night, the wind howled outside the tiny cabin she shared with her aunt. Daphne stirred a bowl of healing salve while her aunt groaned in bed, pale and sweating.
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