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and far too familiar. It clung t
t remained of it. Once proud towers were now blackened husks, spines of stone rising into the blood-color
e corpses. Not even th
d in dark steel. No one spoke. They didn't need to. She was the
h shattered pillars and a yawning hole in the ceiling that opened to the blood moon ab
en D
. The alpha of
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moment she entered. Did
him, forcing herself not t
ne," he said at la
lied, voice hoar
through his eyes-confusion?
e scent
lt of his blade. The air grew thick, electric. His wolf stirred beneath
a
Not her.
ike a blade to the gut. S
ma
a what she was
l me or don't, Alpha. But do
s height and presence pressing down on he
said, voice low, dangerous
d closer.
long to