Chapter 84 Brave Wolves

• Meredith woke before dawn. The faint light of the rising sun painted the edges of the forest in golden hues. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she felt the weight of the dream lingering in her chest.
• The vivid images of Damien, Xavier, and Magnus—of what once was and could never be again—were still fresh in her mind. A single tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another, and she hastily wiped them away.
• “Not today,” she told herself, forcing a deep breath into her lungs. “The boys need me more than them. They always do.”