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CHAPTER EIGHT

What an odd occurrence this was. The Beta pair of the pack, as well as a council member and the Alpha of the Flora settlement pack were at the door of Celia and her mother’s cabin.

For as long as Celia had lived in the simple wooden construction that was her and Sheeva’s home, she had never known the council to visit. Perhaps the council—even Nicholas—had been more prompted to visit when her father was alive.

Farkas Blackwood had been a respected male in the pack before his death, though he hadn’t been a council member. Because he was held highly, so was his mate, Sheeva, but even she didn’t get such visits. At least not before now.

Celia swallowed. “My mother is hunting today. She’s left with others.”

“We’re not here to see Sheeva,” a one–handed Atlas said.

Of average height, Atlas had dark hair and slitted dark eyes, a cloth tied around the stump that was his hand. Celia was sure it wouldn’t be long before he could take off the cloth. However, he was now without a hand.

“We would l
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