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Chapter 42

Kaine's POV

I sat behind the wheel, my grip tightened on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. The night air whistled through the open windows of the car, carrying with it a sense of urgency. The pack needed me, and I had to be there. My instincts, honed over years of being a werewolf, told me that something was amiss, and I couldn’t afford to waste any time.

The road stretched out ahead, illuminated only by the pale glow of the moon. The night was eerily quiet, save for the low hum of the engine and the rhythmic beating of my heart. The weight of responsibility pressed upon me, each mile drawing me closer to the pack, closer to the answers I sought.

As I drove, my senses sharpened, my wolf instincts guiding me. But just as I approached a desolate stretch of road, a sudden shift in the atmosphere jolted me. The scent of danger hung heavy in the air, and my muscles tensed in anticipation. The rogue wolf, hidden in the shadows, was about to make its move.

With light