Each step Lexie carried towards the packhouse was heavy. Her mind raced through the right words and excuses she could give. She chewed hard on her tongue, her heart thumping viciously. She had started the day in high spirits, hoping to hear the unfortunate news about the dark hollow pack. But to her surprise, her emissary didn't return. As the day turned into night, she had to accept the dreaded truth. He won’t be coming back. Leaving her no other choice but to break the news to the one she had plotted with. Lexie clenched her fist by her side, this is all Irene’s fault. He
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