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CHAPTER 53

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Ryker’s P.O.V

By dawn, no one in Ironclaw was sleeping, not really, people rested, they moved, they obeyed orders. But sleep?

Sleeping requires safety and safety had left the moment I found Covenant steel beneath my mate’s bed.

I stood alone in the war room, the blade marker on the table in front of me. It was small, simple, but deadly.

Funny how betrayal rarely looked dramatic. Sometimes, it was just a piece of steel and the realization that someone had opened your doors from the inside. Cad
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