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Chapter 77

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Rachel's POV

I had faced wolves before. Rage-filled ones, teeth bared and eyes red with loss or hunger. Cruel ones who enjoyed the sound of pain. Desperate ones who fought because surrender felt worse than death. Those kinds of wolves were easy to understand. Anticipation was different. It didn’t snarl or lunge. It waited.

I stood alone in the training yard long after sunset, the packed earth cool beneath my boots. The air carried the faint metallic scent of used weapons and trampled grass
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