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Chapter 30: The Morning After

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IRENE

I woke to sunlight that felt too bright for what my body had survived the night before, and for several long seconds I could not remember where I was or why every muscle in me ached as though I had been beaten rather than simply spent.

Then I remembered.

Callan's chest closing beneath my palms. The white light. The silence of an entire pack staring at me like I had become something they no longer had a name for.

I lay still on the narrow bed in my quarters, staring at the ceiling, and too
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