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Yna only heaved a deep sigh. “But you know what is much better?” Yna lifted her head. “What?” Sherrra looks intrigued. “If we do not talk about him.” Dead serious, that is what she said. This seems to silent Sherra who only chuckled before pursing her lips. “I just wanted to make you feel better, you know.” In defence, she continued. That made her stop. “Is it obvious?” Their eyes meet. “Do I really looks horrible?” “Well—“ The latter squinted her eyes. “—a little bit? You look worst, and a disaster, but you know it wasn’t just your appearance…” Sherra added, and trailed of.

It had been years since Ethan had been this kind to her—years before Sherah had come into their lives. But the old bitterness still burned under her skin. She remembered it all with perfect clarity: Sherah arrived at the Hawke residence not as a guest, not even as blood, but as a storm cloaked in flesh, a harbinger of shame the family thought they’d buried years ago. She was only fifteen. She came clutching a torn backpack, the kind that sagged with weight and memory. Her skin was scorched from the sun, hair wild and frizzed, hands cracked and calloused—evidence of a childhood spent surviving, not living.

I could see their eyes twinkle in their eyes and even without reading their mind, their faces had already subtitles. Easy. That's how they viewed me. Naive and easy. “Well... can we ask how long have you been serving in this pack?” Shera asked with a smile and pretended to sigh. “Actually, we have been here for one year and it has been peaceful since then. I just don't get why they defended the Luna, I mean, no offense but isn't it always the Alpha who saved the pack?”

Together. “Serah, I promise to take care of you always,” I said gently, my voice barely above a whisper as I released her from my embrace. She looked up at me with those soft, thoughtful eyes and smiled slightly. “Rapha, let us not promise each other anything now. Let’s just love each other unconditionally. That’s what I want, no promises, please,” she said. Her words caught me off guard, but they touched me. She wanted something real. Something pure and unpressured. I nodded.

Sherah was so scared that she burst into tears. Sherah buried her face in the ground and begged softly while sobbing, "Please spare my life. This truly has nothing to do with me at all. It's all that damn Liam's fault. Hurry up and kill him!" However, Liam was still standing in place, looking as calm as ever. He was indifferent as looked at Sherman, who stepped forward, and there was not a single hint of fear in his eyes. Sherman kept sneering when he saw the way Liam reacted. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles popped, and he loosened his joints and muscles.