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A few months have passed and I find myself at the border of the territory, yet again, fighting rogues who dared to cross into our pack. I’m so proud of you, Sweetheart. David tells me over the link as Ace stands by me protectively. You protect our pack so well. Are you hurt? Nothing we can’t heal. It’s not serious. I know that my dad often had to go out because wolves crossed our border, but I don’t remember it being this often. The amount of errant wolves we’ve dealt with recently has been exhausting. Thankfully, it’s all been rogues. As always, I help with clean up after the fight and make sure all our pack members are unharmed and safe. It seems that it’s just minor injuries this round and they all disperse and move to continue their patrols. David and I make our way back t