The forest had grown quiet again.
Nightfall Pack returned to its routines, unaware that something ancient had just walked along the edges of their territory.
Seraphine stood on the ridge overlooking the compound, her gaze fixed on the pack house below.
She shouldn’t still be watching.
She knew that.
Yet her feet refused to move.
The immortal leaned against a tall pine nearby, studying her with quiet interest.
“You’ve been staring at that building for ten minutes.”
Seraphine didn’t look at him.
“It used to be smaller.”
“The building?”
“The pack.”
Her voice softened slightly.
“When Lucien led them, we had barely sixty wolves.”
Now the compound held hundreds.
The pack had grown strong.
Stronger than it had ever been.
The immortal watched the lights flicker in the windows.
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