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Chapter 11

Author: Callista Ivan
last update publish date: 2026-10-23 22:36:41

Chapter 11

The blade was cold, but the voice behind it was worse.

I knew that voice. I had heard it across the training field that very week, barking orders at a line of teenage wolves.

Marcus. Nightclaw's Gamma.

"Don't scream," he murmured against my ear. "I'd hate to ruin your throat."

Across the clearing, Grace had taken a step back. "Marcus? What are you doing here?"

"My job."

"Your job was to watch the border! You weren't supposed to..." She stopped. She looked at the rogue, then at Marcus
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