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The northern border station had become my refuge, even if I refused to call it that. I pushed the warriors harder than necessary that morning, barking orders during drills until sweat poured down their faces and muscles trembled. “Again!” I shouted, circling the group as they sparred in the dust. Blades clashed, wolves growled in partial shifts, and the air filled with the scent of exertion. They were exhausted, but so was I—and exhaustion was the only thing keeping thoughts of her at bay.
Kylian watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, his expression growing darker with every passing hour. When we finally called a break, he cornered me near the treeline, voice low enough that the others wouldn’t hear.
“You’re using patrol duties as an excuse to stay away from the pack house, Mo
