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  1 "Thalia Silverfang, has someone mistreated you?" My sibling's inquiry carried a hint of worry as he paused during our phone conversation. He must have detected something in my voice, but I tried to appear nonchalant. I put on a false cheerful expression, despite the anger threatening to overwhelm me. "No, everything's fine. I've just come to a conclusion—if marriage is inevitable, does the identity of my spouse really matter?" "Are you certain?" He persisted, his unease growing. "Thalia, if there's a problem, you can confide in me. What's behind this sudden eagerness to wed? You seemed reluctant before." Naturally

Love's Cruel Substitute, A Wolf's Heartbreak

"Daniel?" I murmured, my voice barely audible.


His countenance had aged, grown more severe, but those piercing azure eyes were unmistakable. Daniel Monetti—my childhood companion, whom I believed lost forever—stood before me, his expression a blend of urgency and relief.


"Daphne," he stated calmly. "Our time is limited. You must come with us, trust me."


The tumult outside intensified—voices yelling, feet thundering on the pavement. My pulse quickened as I gazed at him, caught between incredulity and the faint hope that perhaps I wasn't as isolated as I had imagined.


Before I could respond, Daniel grasped my hand, hoisting me up. "We must go!"


As I trailed him into the gloom, one thought burned in my mind: this saga was far from over.


The frigid night breeze lashed at my face as Daniel led me through shadowy, constricted alleys. His grasp on my arm was unyielding, almost painful, as if he feared I might vanish.


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