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Rain and Silver
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2026-07-02 09:05:00“Someone is coming for me right now.”
I woke to the sound of distant howls and shouting. The western storehouses were under attack. Jax Thorn’s wolves had chosen midnight to strike hard. Chaos spread through the pack house fast. I pulled on a shirt and headed for the door when it burst open.
Lorne Voss stepped inside, eyes wild. Rain dripped from his coat. “Soren, we have to go. Now. The distraction will not last long.”
I backed
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