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Chapter 22: The Kneel

작가: Alexander Jace
last update 게시일: 2026-05-01 11:31:46

Wrath kneels.

Not to Draven.

To me.

The courtyard goes dead. Four hundred wolves, twenty Thorns, six Others. All watching. All waiting.

Draven doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. His claws are still at Alistair’s throat, but his eyes are on me.

Gold. Alpha. Hurt.

The bond screams. Betrayal isn’t the word. It’s worse. It’s "displacement".

“Wrath,” Draven says. His voice is ice. “Stand.”

Wrath doesn’t. “Mother commands.”

Two words. The pack hears them.

Mercy takes a step back. Rowan’s hand goes to his
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