Chapter 138: Does The Truth Even Exist? Part 2

Ezra's P.O.V

The journey to my house was somber, our small group moving with a sense of urgency tempered by caution.

As we moved with urgency, the forest around us seemed to mock our haste with the way the trees danced lazily with the wind. I drove my car to the pack house with Zoya lying securely...

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