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Celia HartThank you so much for sticking with Wolfblood until the end! Sharing my stories with others makes me so happy! I am currently writing Book 3. I don't want to give anything away, but it will be GOOD! I'm hoping for a fall 2022 release but will release sooner if I can. The same characters you love return, and you are taken on the next part of Blake & Jasmine's journey. Additionally, there are more battles and adventures planned, so it should be another exciting story. And, finally, you will all get to know a new alpha and read his mate story :). I mean, I love Blake but this new alpha is taking a piece of my heart too. I can't wait to share him with all of you!
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