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CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO SILVER CRESCENT PACK
-Brock’s point of view-
As I stepped into my office, Stephanie trailing behind me, a surge of anger boiled within me as I cast a disdainful glance at the rogue and the traitor still suspended in the air. They were sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the lives lost in the battle last night. The mere sight of them awakened the primal urge within my wolf to rip our gamma apart for betraying us, especially in the aftermath of the fatalities we suffered.
I could feel the weight of responsibility heavy on my shoulders as I contemplated the burden of informing mothers, wives, and children that their loved ones had perished while defending the pack. The conflicting emotions stirred a storm within me, torn between sorrow and the savage desire for vengeance.
I sat at my desk, the weight of the situation crushing down on me like a ton of bricks. Stephanie's arrival only added to the mounting pressure. Her presence alone meant more worry, more uncertainty as she t
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