Finally
*Raylee* Ten days have passed since Torren left, and each day feels like an eternity. I wake up each morning with a pit in my stomach, a gnawing anxiety that seems to seep into my bones. The sun rises and falls, but my heart remains tethered to his absence, a constant reminder of the danger lurking beyond our borders. Today, the air feels different… like it is somehow charged with anticipation. I glance at the horizon, where the trees meet the sky, hoping against hope that I’ll see him emerge from the shadows. I can’t shake the feeling that something is about to happen, but admittedly it is not the first time I think I feel that. I’m in the small clearing outside the pack’s compound, cradling my belly with one hand while the other brushes the wildflowers that bloom around me. Freesia
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