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Author: Gloriel
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2025-04-09 22:51:28

Kayla's POV

I didn’t expect to find comfort in a place made in the mountains and with strange people, but the sanctuary slowly began to feel like something close to peace.

The women here— a lot of them were wolfless like me, had built something beautiful in the ruins of everything that had been taken from them. Some had lost their wolves. Others never had one. But none of them were weak.

They moved like a tribe, fiercely protective of each other. They trained, they studied, they guarded the
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