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Cursed

At Alpha Marcus’s pack, the evening shadows grew longer, casting a cool, inviting twilight over the training grounds. Zyra, who had spent the day mingling and laughing with the pack members, now felt the chill creeping in. She rubbed her arms, feeling a mixture of fatigue and anticipation. Despite her best efforts to avoid Marcus during the day, she couldn't shake the desire to talk to him. With a small smile playing on her lips, she rose to head back to her room, her gaze fixed on the ground.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice Marcus standing right in her path. She bumped into him, flinching back with wide eyes. "Mar-Marcus…" she stammered, taking a step back, her heart racing.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked, reaching out to hold her hand, but she pulled away, avoiding his eyes.

"It’s getting late. I want to take a rest," she replied, trying to sound casual as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

Marcus sighed, his expression softening. "Can we talk?" he asked gently.

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