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Chapter 17 : Must Be Nice

مؤلف: Mich Goddard
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Moana’s POV

The drums kept beating through the great hall, steady and warm like a heartbeat that refused to fade. I moved with Saga through the open space beside the hearth. My feet still stumbled from the ale, but I no longer cared. Every wrong step only made me laugh harder. Saga caught my hand whenever I nearly lost my balance, her bright smile glowing in the firelight. Around us, wolves clapped, stomped their feet, and cheered as the music echoed beneath the timber rafters. For a little whi
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