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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

The atmosphere in the cellar was tense as we huddled around the screen. The GPS displayed Blake's location as a crimson marker, steadily progressing towards Mannheim. He was in disguise, pedaling a bicycle and mingling with the bustling crowd. Standing beside me, Daniel spoke into his communication device, his tone composed yet authoritative.


"Blake, remain vigilant. Be aware of your environment," he instructed.


"Understood," Blake responded, his voice distorted by the transmission.


I concentrated on the display, my hands swiftly adjusting the feed. An inexplicable sense of unease nagged at me.


"Something doesn't feel right," I whispered.


Daniel glanced my way. "Don't worry. He's experienced in these matters."


I acknowledged but couldn't shake the anxiety churning in my gut. My gaze remained fixed on the monitor, following Blake's consistent movement.


Time passed silently until Blake's voice broke through. "I've secured the item."


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