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mi
y or breathtaking spectacle, but because I hope tomorrow arr
red diary, a cherished gift from her grandmothe
oughts, but she'd cultivated a habit of jot
rebellion or refuge. She had no i
he pounding headache threatening to fracture her skull
different sort of fine, ting
ore her mother's abrupt summons pulled her downstairs, ab
sudden meeting with her father, ignoring the sto
ide. Getting accepted into the academy wasn't just an achievement; it
ng, led by her brother-Devon Loeka, the formidable Alpha heir of WhiteMoon pack and Conrad, the spitting mirror image of Alpha Loeka; the mo
features looked nothing lik
had twisted into a bitter disdain for her very existence. She was reduced to a thing, an
d's question sliced through her thoughts, snapping eve
that always stirred when she was around Rosalind. Rosalind's
nceal her true feelings, to mask the turmoil beneath her surface,
tea party, chattering aimlessly, dear mother," emphasizing the last words with a delibera
Rosalind yelled, her eye
woman who lacked her own voice, her own will. Camille's insides churned at the
gue of yours before I..." Camille c
day, and I need this meeting with Father to be over so I ca
alind snapped, a jab aimed straight at her feeling
us and rotten as yours, you clearly don't deser
ng into the woods, something that made her happy-recalling eac
stration thick in her voice as she yanked at
Camille replied w
or you," Rosalind sneered, r
er her face as she watched Rosalind, refusing t
isp and calm. There was no need f
osalind said grimly. "Oh, and put on something nice so the guests don't
?" Camille asked furrowing a brow, her mind fi
g about?" She asked, irritat
least for now," Rosalind replied tersely. "But you'
was goi
moment alpha Loeka asked to see her alone

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