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Viinturuth’s words stopped him instantly—Akavir’s muzzle swinging to the direction of the ivory man, his eyes casting over the serious yet pleased expression he exuded currently.

Lilitu was okay. Lilitu wanted to come by.

The weight that lifted from him in this moment was palpable, and with a surprise bark of a laugh, nearly giddy with the information before the dark wolf spun, his forehead coming to press against his brothers in gratitude and brotherhood. “I knew if anyone could find her, you would.”