that she could not ignore. She had heard her words, perceived sincerity in her tone, but this request, although legitimate, rekindled ancient wounds. To see him

and slowly nodded, t

on a condition. I want you to understand that there is no going back. I will assi

n of this distance it imposed, but he knew that he did not have the luxury of c

esitation, his voice marked by the

shakable determination, placing his hands on his feverish forehead, listening to the irregular beats of his heart. Her ges

n young and who, today, was held before him as an imposing figure of competence and strength. He had always known that she

would have liked to look away, but he couldn't help but look at her. He saw her in a new way, like a strong, independent woman, completely

ghed on her. The tension between them was palpable, almost electric. Each FL gesture was precise, each movement seemed calculated to avoid any un

the past seemed to have been erased, collapsed under the weight of years and events. But, paradoxically, it was this distance, this coldness that

e did not linger on the past, she was present there, in the moment, mastering the situation with disconcerting ease. Another man would have been impre

patient who was fighting against a disease that seemed almost supernatural, and on the other by the heat of the proximity

y of their connection, this feeling of being whole when he was with her. And although the current situatio

of fatigue in the eyes, but an uns

can take a while before showi

ughts. He would have liked to speak to him, to break this ice between them, but he knew it was neither the place

the weight of the moment. While she was preparing a new dose of remedy, she again felt the warmth of her gaze on her, and part of her wondered,

nvisible abyss that they could not cross, a breach that no words seemed to be able to fill. But in this silent room, bey

yet he could not help feeling attracted to her, as if he were unable to look away, to flee this invisible bond which seemed to unite them every moment. He rejected him violently, refused him in the depths of his mind. A

d to be distracted by feelings that were nowhere. But in the bottom, a small voice persisted, a silent whisper which told him that, perhaps, he was being wrong. He was not allowed

d was alrea

his rebellious spirit and his radical ideas, questioned the direction of the pack. But today he had crossed the line. He openly challenged ML's decisions before the rest of the pack. The y

antly in the assembly. A contested alpha is only an alpha that begins to weaken, and this public confrontation only worsens the doubts that the pa

g a silent warning. The young Alpha looked briefly, as if he f

e is no future without a past, and you are far from understanding what it means. Force

ng the two males facing each other. The walls seemed to close aroun

w that this confrontation was much more than a simple quarrel between wolves. It was a reflection of chaos that threatened to invade the pack, a chaos of which she

e alpha weakened by his disappointments was vulnerable. However, despite his provocations, ML made only one step forward. H

a, but it was clear that the alpha had regained control. However, this simple confrontation left invisible s

agony of the pack, the cracks spreading in its fragile fabric. These events touched her all the more since they forced her to confront realitie

he had to fight against the assaults of his past, against the internal rebellion which intensified day after day. The threats were very real, and it was n

e acute than ever: what was this strange