78: SEVENTY-EIGHT-1

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D A M O N It’s been a few days since Scarlett’s body was given to her family so they could bury her, the council and I have been in constant meetings since. Nolan was on our s**t list and I was this close to marching over to his pack house and ripping his throat out. But all evidence pointed away from him. There has been no recent attacks again since that incident at the outpost and no sign of the mysterious female rogue. More like the calm before the storm. All I wanted was to enjoy my beautiful marriage with the most prized woman on this planet and this was happening. I was exhausted mentally and physically from all the meetings and the stress. All I wanted was to go back to my room and hold my wife. My wife. The word still felt foreign on my tongue, but in the best way possibl

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