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Chapter Twenty-Three
Hawk The early hours of the morning find Hawk in his office. His mind keeps racing back and forth between the pack house needs and his little brother. Leaning back in his chair, he intertwines his fingers and cups the back of his head. Closing his eyes, he sighs. The air in the room filled with a sweet smell he had not smelled since he was a child.. There's a warmth that touches his face. It feels tender and warm, and the smell is refreshing to the nose. 'Listen, my son.'He hears a voice in his mind say softly. 'Your brother will heal in time. But you must lead him to his destiny. My scent will lead you. The willow tree will weep, and in her tears, you will see the future. Listen, my son.' Jumping up from his chair, Hawk lets out a growl. It rattles the pack house.Soon his door comes cr
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