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Zander's POV.

I leaned back in my leather chair, my fingers tapping the armrest absentmindedly as my mind circled the same thing, over and over again. No matter how much I tried to focus on the duties of my pack, my thoughts always returned to her.

Aria.

Her name echoed endlessly in my mind like a haunting melody I couldn't escape. Her face, so vivid in my memory, refused to fade