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e hi

. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my survival instincts to override the shock paralyzing my limbs. There

ulled from the depths of my memory. *Silver doesn't just poison; it binds. It wraps around the Inner Wolf like

or. Damian didn't move, but his gaze was a physical weight against my skin-a s

swollen, pitch-black energy node where the toxin had pooled. Taking a st

dn't look like blood at all; it was dark as tar, c

he heart monitor shifted. The erratic red spikes began t

an

ing burst into the room, her face twisted in a mask of hysterical fury. Fla

a trembling finger at the black puddle forming on th

ting their inner wolves into a protective frenzy. Their eyes flashed a dangerous, fe

have time to r

hifted his stance, his obsidian eyes narrowing into slits. A suffocating wave of pu

der the sheer, crushing pressure of his true Alpha. The other two dropped their weapons, t

outh to scream again, a low, bone-ra

aves opened

n. He looked weak, his chest heaving with the effort of drawing a clean breath, but the eyes th

e ignored Damian. His piercing gaze

tair rasped, his voice

rom her face, leaving her looking like a hollowed-out ghost. Her medical authority, h

medical cart and wiped the black sludge from my obsidian blade. I slid the weap

features was gone. In its place was a terrifying, absolute certainty. He had seen exactly what I