Chapter 74 THE LAST THREAD

FEDORA’S POV

The moon cast a soft glow over the pack house as I searched for Lorcan, a sense of anticipation swirling within me. The hours had slipped by unnoticed, and the night had settled in, painting the world in shades of blue and silver. As I walked through the familiar corridors, his presence seemed to elude me, a puzzle piece waiting to be discovered.

My steps led me to his office, the room empty and still. The lingering silence was a stark contrast to the laughter that had reached my ears, pulling me toward the source like a guiding star. Following the melodic notes of joy, I found myself in the backyard, a scene of pure happiness unfolding before me.

Lorcan and Neio, their spirits entwined, were engaged in a playful game, laughter dancing on the night breeze. Neio's recovery was evident in his every movement, a testament to the healing power of time and care. My heart swelled with a mixture of relief and affection as I watched them, my worries momentarily set aside.

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