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Chapter 56 : The Fracture

Author: Susan Chow
last update publish date: 2026-01-18 18:02:54
The Alpha’s regret: the return of his mate

Chapter 55 : THE FRACTURE

HELEN’S P.O.V.

The flight back to the forward operating base was a blur of rotor noise and the smell of

copper.

Damian lay strapped to a stretcher on the floor of the VTOL. His face was gray, slick

with the cold sweat of shock. His chest rose and fell in shallow, hitching gasps.

"Lung collapsed," the field medic a young Ironclaw wolf named Sarah shouted over the

engine whine. She was inserting a needle into his chest to
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