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Chapter Ninety-Seven: Bound to Heal

Author: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-07-03 22:53:09

Natasha made her way through the pack grounds toward the healer's tent, the evening air carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke.

Her shoulder throbbed with every step.

A dull, persistent ache she had learned to compartmentalize during her captivity.

But Damien was right.

Damn him.

The wound needed attention, and ignoring it wouldn't make the infection disappear.

The healer's tent glowed with warm amber light, the entrance flap tied back to welcome the last rays of the setting sun.

Inside, bund
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