Trust.

Aiden.

He slept in my arms like a baby, wrapping his arms around me. After taking me to the moon and to the ninth star and back, filling my soul with uttermost pleasure, we wrapped our bodies around each other.

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Alpha Don sat behind his massive oak desk, his fingers drumming rhythmically against its surface as he stared at the report in his hands. It was grim—far worse than Corey had initially relayed. Over two dozen wolves, young and old, had disappeared without a trace in the past few months. No bodies. No scents. Just gone.

The air in the room felt heavier than usual, the dim lighting casting long, foreboding shadows on the walls. Corey stood stiffly by the door, his head bowed, his stance nervous. He had done his job by bringing the information, but even he knew the weight of the storm it would unleash.