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Chapter Seventy: Until Moonset
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2026-09-29 01:00:59We ran.
Rhys shifted mid-stride, and I felt the ground shake under his paws. Denny's wolves tore down the slope beside him. Wren and Aric were right behind me, and Maeve moved next to us in her white fur like she had done this a hundred times.The pack house doors stood wide open.That was the first wrong thing. Those doors had not been left open in twenty years.The second was the smell. Blood, fresh and close, and under it something sweet and rotten, like flowers left in a s
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