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Alora POV

Freya tries to turn back a couple of times but each time she is pinned on the spot by my determined stare.

Now wasn't the time for hesitation.

She leads me through the heart of the pack. Taking great care to avoid us being seen.

We keep to the side muddy tracks, keeping off the main path and cutting across gardens, hiding behind trees when pack members walk past.

My stomach hurts from trying to keep up, she's fast and I'm now realising I have a long way to go before I can defend this pack as the Luna.

Freya has to help me climb over a garden fence, pushing me up where the old me would have jump over it

in no time.

Before I know it I am entering a house that is built like any other pack member house. Generic...build from a similar design, built quickly to accommodate a growing pack. Helping to keep up with high birth rate years, yet low deaths.

Walking through the hallway, I notice immediately that the house has a lack of character. No personal items, no decor...not even a photograph.

Nothing to give away the person's identity.

Freya takes me upstairs first, not giving me the downstairs tour. Although, I could see the kitchen from the hallway... the house is small and compact.

It wasn't anywhere near the size of the alpha home. None of the pack houses were.

Walking upstairs, I suddenly feel intrusive, but Freya wouldn't have brought me upstairs for no reason at all.

"This was Kaia's house." She looks down at me from behind as she continues up the stairs, holding on to

the banister.

points to the left

omega. No sign of a pack luna living here at all, no sign of wealth or status. What exactly

lump in my throat I dig deep for the courage to push the door

space.

be a

masses.

to house pack members

double bed, neatly made as

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sleep in this bed with her? How often did they have sex?

hold her, stroke her hair to sleep afterwards

me from the thought of him being with

long did she live

was in the alpha house for maybe a year, then she moved here. I think she did it on

the bedroom, is a white single door

I can't help myself.

my hand held

hoping that this was all wrong,

on my part

some dark sordid weapon preparing

1. it.

whiteness of the well kept wedding dress simply hanging

as if expecting it to turn

our love not being as solid as I once thought it

him to pick up the pieces, forcing him to move

didn't expect to survive, to

blame him for

she now?" I gasp out, my throat dry and sounding hoarse, my

don't know, nobody

"Does..."

hard for

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