Chapter 9 After the disputes were completely resolved , I was finally able to live the life I had always wanted .
Lawrence and I didnt actually get married .
That magnificent wedding was simply a facade to deal with external pressure , ensuring that Brian and Nora wouldnt continue to bother us .
Marriage , for me , had always been more of a constraint than a source of freedom .
I didnt want to tie Lawrences future to mine , even though I knew how deeply he cared for me .
We remained friends .
Though he frequently visited me , always with a warm smile and concerned eyes , I knew that our relationship would never develop into the kind of love we once had .
I no longer yearned for the past version of myself , the girl who had lost herself in Brians arms .
I returned to the Weller family home to live with my only family member , my younger brother Ross .
Since our parents had passed , I had shouldered the responsibility of taking care of him and protecting him .
Though Ross was now growing into his adult wolf form , there was still a part of me that saw him as the little boy who needed my guidance .
We shared an unspoken bond , a mutual understanding .
We could communicate without mindlink through a shared glance , a shift in posture .
He would often join me on runs in the woods , and despite his growing strength , I still acted as his protector in some ways .
We would run side by side , our wolves moving in sync , as if the world outside the forest didnt matter at all .
Lawrence occasionally came to visit , bringing small gifts or news from the outside world .
He would join us , as Ross and I ran through the trees , his concern for me evident .
I could feel his feelings growing more complicated , but I knew in my heart that this relationship was something fleeting , a chapter that was closing .
I found that I needed to embrace my own instincts , my wolf nature , more fully .
When I wasnt running through the forest , I found myself reaching for a pen , writing down my thoughts and emotions .
It started as a way to channel the restlessness inside me words offering an escape , a release for the pent up feelings I carried .
One evening , I sat by the window , watching the stars twinkle as the evening deepened into night .
The cool wind outside stirred the trees , and I could hear the distant howls of wolves echoing through the woods .
Ross had just returned from his own run , his presence outside the window comforting in its quiet strength .
I picked up my notebook and began writing , trying to capture the essence of the night .
21:33 After being rejected for the third time , I mated with ply Chapter 9 At first , it was just a means of distraction , but over time , I found that writing became my refuge .
My emotions , once tangled in grief and confusion , started to take shape on the pages .
I poured my heart into my stories , exploring the pain, the loss , and the moments of pence that had begun to creep back into my life .
Writing became my way of sorting through the chaos inside me .
It was my outlet , my way of staying connected to something deeper .
What began as a way to heal soon evolved into something more something that gave me purpose and joy .
I began writing more frequently stories , reflections , and even some of the memories of my past .
It was no longer just a hobby .
It had become my way of understanding myself , of giving voice to the wildness inside me , the part of me that had been shaped by my wolf nature .

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One afternoon , after much hesitation , I submitted a short story to a local publication .
To my surprise , they accepted it and offered to publish it .
That moment marked the beginning of something new something that was entirely mine .
Writing had become a new form of freedom for me , separate from everything else .
It was an identity I could claim , built from the quiet moments and the strength I had learned to embrace .
But despite all the progress , the dreams of the past never fully faded .
Every night , when I closed my eyes , the memories would resurface the loss of my parents , the helplessness I had felt .
I could still hear the sound of the gunshot , see the destruction that had torn my world apart .
Whats more , beyond all this , the date of The Hunt is drawing nearer .
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