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CHAPTER 27: White Wolf Unbound

Author: Larzor
last update publish date: 2026-08-12 02:33:16

POV: Luna

The mountain shudders and I feel it in my molars. We're running. Aiden's fingers bite into my wrist hard enough that I'll probably have marks tomorrow. Jace's claws rake the stone behind me whenever I drift sideways, steering without touching. Orion's breathing grinds behind us, wet and uneven.

"Archway's caving," Jace barks. "Thirty strides. Don't slow down."

I don't. I haven't slowed down since I was six years old and the orphanage kitchen caught fire. Running is just what I do.

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