Chapter 43 They keep talking about mates,but I can't breathe

Opal's POV

The sun had barely risen over the treetops, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, but the pack house was already buzzing with activity. The air was alive with the scent of fresh flowers, pastries, and a hint of pine from the surrounding forest. Lila moved through the house like a wh...

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