The night felt colder than ever as Lena returned to the heart of the camp, Marcus at her side. The tension between him and Damien lingered in the air like a storm waiting to break. Wolves moved around them, tending to the wounded and reinforcing defenses, their faces drawn with exhaustion and fear.
Lena tried to focus on the tasks ahead, but her thoughts churned endlessly. Damien’s kiss still burned on her lips, a fierce reminder of his raw intensity, while Marcus’s steady presence grounded her in ways she couldn’t describe. How could she possibly choose between the two? Both of them had become integral pieces of her heart, and the idea of losing either felt unbearable.
“Lena,” Marcus said softly, drawing her attention. “You should rest. You’ve been pushing yourself all night.”
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