Chapter 0029

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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

a pack luna living here at all, no sign of wealth or status. What exactly am missing... Why was she here.

my throat I dig deep for the courage to push the door open, to pry on her

space.

room gives no sense of identity, it could be a hotel room

masses.

to say it, but easily cleaned to house pack members after the death of the previous occupant.

look to the double bed, neatly made as if the person had a

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often did they have sex? Rolling around in the sheets, making her

her hair to sleep

him being with another woman, especially one that looks like

did she live

here. I think

corner of the bedroom, is a white single

I can't help myself.

cream carpet, my hand held out before I

the wardrobe, foolishly hoping that this was all wrong, that Freya somehow

girl's dream on

preparing to attack me, my body powerless to

1. it.

beautiful whiteness

design, as if expecting it to turn

to burn with the betrayal of perhaps our love not being as solid

I did leave him first. Leaving him to pick up the pieces, forcing him to move

expect to

I really blame him for seeking

dry and sounding hoarse, my eyes

don't know,

"Does..."

is hard for me

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