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174. Deception-II
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2025-06-02 18:00:39|| Lilac’s POV ||
“Maybe I can help you,” Madeline said, her voice breaking through my thoughts. She exchanged a glance with Alexander. Astrid continued, “the Moonvale pack has a myth. Some werewolves— she-wolves— can read and share memories after finding their soulmates. I’d always heard of it growing up, but I never met anyone who could actually do it. The pack members thought it was just a myth… until Madeline found her soulmate.” “You mean to say you could read my mind?” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief. “Not really, just your memories. My wolf could sense everything your wolf did, and maybe we can find out why the bond is… weird between you two,” Madeline explained. “Give it a try,” Elara whispered, her voice filled with encouragement. “Yeah, she might find something that you haven’t realized yet,” Astrid added. “Okay,” I said, my voice trembling. Madeline sat beside me, her hands reaching for mine. “I want you to imagine that
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