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*The Shrine at Midnight*

مؤلف: Kiera Wolfe
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-20 21:38:26

*Chapter 30:

Midnight came fast.

The old shrine sat on a hill outside the city limits, half-swallowed by ivy and forgotten gods. Stone pillars leaned at odd angles, and the roof had caved in decades ago. No wolf came here anymore. It was neutral ground—too old, too sacred, too dangerous for pack politics.

Aria moved through the trees in silence, Kael a shadow at her side. Selene and Roran waited a mile back, ready to move if this was a trap.

Aria hated going against the note’s “come alone
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