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I also put a phone call through to the Alpha of the Silver moon Pack and the Blood Hound Pack. These three packs are the only one in this continent, and all three insisted that there had been no family with the surname Nightingale in their pack. My Beta, Nathan also came back with the same reply. I went back into my study and typed in the name, I found his details, and it said he was married, but there were no pictures of his wife. I ignored that though since that's not what's most important. From all the files I have gathered here, I can be most is that he is human and that's all I needed. I returned to the room to find Serena wandering looking around and taking in the decor. “Serena.” I ca

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Henry opened it, revealing a collection of items: a handwritten letter, a framed photo, and a small velvet pouch. Nina reached for the letter, unfolded it and began to read aloud: “Dear Nina, I hope this gift finds you well. I’ve been following your life from a distance, admiring your strength and resilience. Inside this box, you’ll find a photo from your past and a small token of my appreciation.I love you now and always. Best regards, A Friend” Nina’s heart raced as she looked at the framed photo. It was an old picture of her, taken years ago when she was just a teenager. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, both good and bad.