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Meghan's POV

The morning sun bathed the pack grounds in a soft glow, casting a warm ambiance over the place as I head out towards the training arena to watch my kids train. I met Donna on the way, the aura about her even more suspicious than before.

Donna had a glow about her that wasn’t there before and those little bites around her necks looks like love bites and claws. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she mate with someone last night but than again, we all know she is a single bitch and the men in the pack knew better than to get involved with that woman.

The clang of swords and the rhythmic thud of feet against the ground echoed through the air as Emily and Ethan sparred with their instructor. I watched them with a mixture of pride and concern, their determination mirrored in every swing and parry.

As their movements became more fluid, I felt a sense of pride settling over me. Despite the chaos that had infiltrated our lives, there was a semblance of normalcy here—of the routines