Chapter 160

• There was this reluctant spirit upon him. Alex tried to go home but couldn't. He found himself caught in the lure of the hidden feelings that tied him to the pack house, to Azalea. He hid in the nearby bush beside the cave of flowing waters, seeking solace yet unable to embrace it fully. The next morning, the sound of the birds chirping around jolted him awake, bringing him back to the reality of his situation.
• He made his way to the flowing water near him, the refreshing coolness a balm to his restless spirit. Taking a quick shower, he let the water cleanse not just his body but also his troubled mind. As he adorned himself with his clothes, a mix of determination and uncertainty lingered in his eyes.
• Sneaking back his way into the pack house, he moved with elusive grace, blending into the shadows like a ghost. He would sneak around, silent as a whisper, his senses alert to every movement and sound around him. His eyes scanned the area, searching for a glimpse of Azalea, the one who held his heart in her delicate hands.