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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Author: Queen Ugo
last update publish date: 2026-08-22 20:41:31

Sage’s POV

The pack hall was packed tighter than I had ever seen it, word of Jasmine’s voluntary return having spread through Redhollow within the hour. Every seat filled, wolves standing three deep along the back walls, all of them straining to catch a glimpse of the woman who had apparently orchestrated five years of manufactured grief.

Ethan walked beside me toward the front of the hall, his hand resting protectively at the small of my back and I felt the weight of dozens of stares following
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