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Chapter Fifty-Four: The Price of Passage

Author: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-06-11 00:22:34

Natasha took her seat with measured grace, acutely aware of every set of eyes tracking her movement. The chair felt harder than before, or perhaps her body had simply tightened against the inevitable pressure.

Ragnar did not waste time with pleasantries.

"The mountain pass," he said, his deep voice filling the chamber like distant thunder. "You offer access. But access means nothing without guaranteed safe passage through our eastern territories. The Silver Creek pack has been raiding our borde
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