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y of us are harboring the killer. But instead of him coming to us, we were asked to go to him. His reasoning was that he couldn't leav

ily. The tragedy they were enduring was a deep wound, one that would take time to heal, if ever. But still, I couldn't help feeling a b

f hearing struggled to keep up with the chaos of inquiries. My mind was racing in its own direction, processing everything said. The killer, Tri

iately silencing the room. I could feel the Alpha authority in his voice as it wa

lease raise your hand and wait to be answe

. She had been standing near the back of the room, trying her best to blend in

Mike asked, his gaze

e would be leaving?" Renee asked qu

"Tomorrow morning. We'll get there by late afternoon," he replied cal

. Her question, though simple, seemed to calm some of the

to bury myself under my duvet and forget about all the chaos. The thought of my warm, comfy bed and the soft pillow waiting for me was too

washed over me. My eyelids felt heavier with each passing second. I closed my eyes for just a moment, l

ross the room asked, their voic

but the last part was clear enough. Who would be going to Alpha Tristan's pack? I glanced at my dad,

e Beta Will, Joe, Tim, and-" He paused for

ishful thinking, but I didn't e

a Mil

stop for a brief moment. My eyes bulged in disbelief

other members of the pack, why was I being chosen for this? I barely even wanted to be here in the fir

hrough the woods with the others in wolf form, feeling the wind whip past my fur, the earth

est of the meeting. But my mind kept circling back t

read that I felt. We all knew what was at stake. This wasn't just some simple trip to another pack's territory. It was a journey into unknown danger, with the

on anything. It felt like my world had narrowed down to just one thing: the trip. What woul

daze, running through the motions without really thinking about it. Every few minutes, my thoughts would return to the conversation

the bitter edge of anxiety. I walked with my pack, each step taking us closer to the uncertainty that awaite

s shifting, anxious to leave, ready to run. My dad, always calm and collect

ting the ground was a rush of energy, my muscles coiling in the best way. The woods blurred around me as I sprinted, my breath coming in steady, cont

on the chase. My dad's brown wolf brushed against me as we ran, our fur mingling for just a second before separating again. The

g. But I didn't know what. And