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A few wolves had their heads bowed while others seemed to be straining to hold themselves back from doing so—a few firstborn males to be exact.

I turned to Mathew, who was still on the ground, and held my hand out for him to take. He did so, and I pulled him up, the wound on his neck already slowly healing.

"Elinor!"

Skye's cry of jubilation echoed through the crowd, and soon many were chanting my name. An unbelievable feeling I had no description for filled me. And to my surprise, when I looked at my father, I found him smiling proudly.

Elinor

fter most of the wolves retired for the night, I could finally enjoy some peace and quiet. The evening had turned out better than I had expected. I was relieved I hadn't found my mate, and I was

even more pleased about the fight I'd had with Mathew. It was as if a door had unlocked within me—one I hadn't even known was there.