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Avery spent the next few days, holed up in her room refusing to let anyone hear her. She was either crying or looking into the distance with that sad desolation in her eyes. Hopelessness that ran deep. Jackson would come up with her food and by the time it was for the next to meal, he would take the untouched food back to the kitchen. Lysander wasn’t allowed in her room. In fact, he seldom visited the pack house. He was building a new wall around the town and most of the time he was with the workers, training or launching new warrior wolves to guard the woods surrounding his territory. There was no news of Avery’s sister or Soner for that matter. He’d been trying to track them both down, for different reasons. News had arrived that Avery’s sister had made it out alive, people had seen
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