Jaxon paced restlessly through the dense forest, his boots crunching over fallen leaves as frustration simmered beneath his stoic exterior. The towering pines enclosed him, but the wild energy of his wolf was absent, trapped, and out of reach. His hands clenched and unclenched, the strain of his curse a constant ache. In this rare moment alone, his defenses dropped, and his frustration surfaced. Through the trees, at the edge of his territory, a figure lingered. Jaxon had yet to notice them.
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