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ge. Draken hadn't touched me since that night. He slept in the armchair by the window, eyes open every time I w

e made me feel s

hat heavy, frustrated pull through the bond that made my skin itch and my chest

crubbed, whispered, her fingers trembling as she tightened the corset of a navy b

ot a que

oughts of having this mark all because of him was suffocating. I was led into the Great Hall. The Court of the Lycan King

er? The Sou

. How could the Moon

black leather and gold. Beside him stood Kael,

tanding in the front row that

"So, this is the miracle," She whined. The smell of bitter almonds filling the air. "A girl who can't even hold a sh

laugh. She smelled of sharp citrus. "The Council is concerned, Your Majesty

ront of me, sniffing the air. "She doesn't even smell like a Lycan yet. She still smells of the South. Tell

"I've survived the South Pack and a Lycan King.

. His mouth lifted in a brief smile. He descended the steps, wrapped a possessive arm aroun

es were busy whispering, and my ear caught some of the whispers aga

till smells like the dirt of the Southern Pack. I wonder how long the bo

ts were disgusting things about me and my pack who had sold me. I glanced at where Draken sat.

f red roses until I reached the eastern wall. It was twenty feet high, made of black stone and covered in thick ivy. I kicked off my golden heels and every muscle in my body screa

k in the thorns and the down part tore. I pulled it out and

Ash were physically pulling me back. She wanted to stay. She wanted the "Brewing Storm" scent of the

forty feet,

d I was holding it. I turned my head. Draken was standing

oking into mine. "The moment you jump off that wall, you are no longer under

with the hounds than stay in

rough the air. An arrow landed on the wall an inch

Draken roared, b

led toward me. My gri

the stone. And