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The dining hall buzzed with hushed whispers as Dark strode in, his head held high despite the new scar on his shoulders. His sweaty clothes and red face showed he'd been training hard with his warriors. The mark from Pierce was clear for all to see, a permanent reminder of Lyra and his failure as a mate. Yet, he wore it openly, almost proudly.
I couldn't help but tune into the murmured conversations around me. A part of me hoped none of these wolves would be foolish enough to challenge Dark. He wouldn't go easy on them like he did with Pierce, as Lyra's brother.
When his eyes met mine across the room, I felt my face get hot as I remembered our last encounter. I looked away first, feeling awkward.
Dark took his usual spot next to me at the head of the table
