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CHAPTER 108: New Treaty

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For centuries, the laws of Oakhaven had been written in magic. They were bound by blood oaths, enforced by curses, and etched into the very ley lines of the valley. A law wasn't just a rule; it was a physical constraint. If you broke a Coven law, your skin burned. If you broke a Pack law, your bones ached.

But magic was fickle. Magic could be drained. Magic could be broken by a girl with a stopped heart.

Ink was different. Ink was permanent. Ink didn't care about your bloodline or your power level. It just stated a fact and dared you to deny it.

"You're staring again," Guilermo said.

He was sitting to my right. We were at the Round Table, a new addition to the Great Hall. We had burned the old, long table where Kaelen used to sit at the head like a king. I didn't want a head of the table. I wanted a circle.

"It's permanent," I whispered, dipping the quill. "If I write this down… it becomes history."

"That's the point," he said. His knee pressed against mine under the table, a solid, w
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