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Elijah After collecting Raya and my brigade of enforcers, we head off to the Southern border. From where the Northern Pack is, the trek is more than a few days, even with minimal rests. While on our travels, my thoughts are consumed with not just worries of my pack and the state that it'll be in once I finally return, but of my mate too. It's been weeks since she was sold to the other alpha king, and who knows what state she's in. I don't want to think about the negative and worry myself into an infinite circle that keeps me up at night while I catastrophize the entire situation. She could be dead. She could be alive. She could be taken care of, for all I know. My only hope is that she's no longer being hurt like I'd been too blind to see when she was with me for that brief period of
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