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Chapter 83: Storm Eyes and Starlight
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2026-01-19 09:02:28The communal breakfast in the Blackwood dining hall was usually a theater of hierarchy, where the highest-ranking warriors sat closest to the Alpha and the omegas scurried in the periphery. Today, however, the hierarchy had been shattered. Lyra Thorne sat at the center of the long oak table, with Kaelen perched on a stack of cushions beside her. The Shadow Claws occupied the seats usually reserved for the Alpha’s inner circle, their obsidian blades resting against the table legs in a silent,
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