What he hid
*Torren* I can feel the weight of the packs future on my shoulders as Raylee and I move through the wasteland, the ground beneath my feet a mix of coarse gravel and stubborn weeds. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, but the thrill of our mission pulses through me, igniting a spark of hope. I glance at Raylee, her brow furrowed in worry, and I can’t help but admire her strength. She’s carrying not just half our supplies but the future of our little family… our unborn warrior. “Are you sure about this?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the very ground might betray our presence. I can see the uncertainty in her eyes, the flicker of doubt that gnaws at her. She’s grown to be fiercely loyal to the pack, especially her sister, Freesia. Leaving them behin
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