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CLOSED DOORS

Author: Tolu writes
last update publish date: 2026-04-01 21:03:51

Arwen's POV

Draven Hunter's office looks exactly like him.

Dark wood. No clutter. A desk that probably cost more than everything I own combined, sitting in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the training grounds. Books on the shelves but arranged by purpose, not decoration. A single photograph on the wall—a man with Draven's jaw and a wolf's eyes, taken before something terrible happened to the person looking at it.

His father, I realize. It has to be.

I stand in the centre of the
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