Chapter 128
Salil
8 months later. . .
I entered the pack house, my steps heavy with a sense of anticipation and trepidation. It had been eight long months since the incident in the woods, and the Xavier I once knew had undergone a profound transformation. He was no longer the carefree, charismatic figure who had captured the attention of everyone around him. Now, he stood before me, a man forged by pain and loss, his appearance a reflection of the burden he carried.
Gone were his sun-kissed locks, replaced by a close-cropped mane that accentuated the sharp angles of his face. His eyes, once filled with warmth and mischief, now blazed with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Xavier had become a force to be reckoned with, an embodiment of power and authority that radiated from
