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Chapter 150: The Home That Was Chosen

مؤلف: Sam K
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-02-27 22:57:44

Ronan’s POV

The first structure we rebuilt had no sigil. That was deliberate.

No carved crest above the doorway. No ancestral mark burned into timber. No declaration of Alpha, Luna, or ruling bloodline. Just four walls. A roof. A hearth.

It stood in the lower valley where war had split earth but not poisoned it beyond repair. Artemis had restored the soil enough for foundation posts to hold.

Lucian had walked the perimeter once, quietly, and nodded as if confirming no unseen fractures lingere
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