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Chapter Four: The Wolf’s Turn

Autor: Velour Venom
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-08-28 07:18:49

Amelia knew something was wrong the moment Elara smiled at her over breakfast.

Not a normal smile.

Not the amused little smirk Elara wore whenever Amelia embarrassed herself.

This one was worse.

Far worse.

It was the expression of a woman in possession of information.

Amelia slowly lowered her spoon.

“What?”

Elara buttered a piece of toast.

“Nothing.”

“You have never once in your life looked that pleased about nothing.”

“I slept well.”

“You always sleep well.”

“Not always.”

“Elara.”

“Amelia.”

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