MADELINE'S POV
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A sort of disappointment washes over me when we reach the border of the pack, the trees shaking lightly with the breeze of the sea prowling over the lands. It's late noon, and some part of me isn't ready to be surrounded by walls and servants. "Atlas," I breathe, inching closer to him where he and Colton are speaking about how they used to row across the lagoon. I refrain from thinking of Jaxon, and how we used to do that too. Atlas turns his head, offering all of his attention to me, and me alone. "I'm going for a walk by the lagoon, I'll join you later." Later, when he and my brother have settled and aren't going down memory lane anymore.
Atlas' hand slides down my back, "Are you alright?" His eyes line with worry. I nod, forcing a smile I do not feel in my bones. "I
