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Author: Night Walker
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-30 18:38:17

OLIVIA POV

Sunset came too fast.

The sky bled orange and violet over the treetops, and the air turned sharp with cold and anticipation. I stood at the edge of the forest with the other females—twenty-three of us, maybe twenty-four—all of us barefoot or in thin running shoes, all of us stripped down to the simplest clothes we owned. The cold air sharp in my lungs, every heartbeat a drum in my ears.

The Claiming Run.

The words still felt unreal, like a nightmare I hadn’t woken from.

The horn hadn’t sounded yet, but the clearing was already thick with tension. Dozens of us lined up, some trembling, some grinning like this was the greatest game they’d ever play. A few she-wolves had chosen not to run, standing a safe distance away with their mates or families, watching us the way people watch gladiators enter the arena.

I wore simple black leggings and Killian’s oversized hoodie. The dark grey fabric was soft and impossibly large on me, the sleeves swallowing my hands and hem brushing m
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KierraC
Omg I hate her sister so much, I knew it was too good to be true I just hope Killian and his wolf know the true Olivia and that Eric doesn’t find her
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LizH
nooo i hope he realises before he marks lupiter
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