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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: WHAT THE LETTER BROKE

Penulis: Cypher Williams
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-05 04:34:34

Kane was in council when the scout arrived, dust still on his boots from the border, asking to see the Alpha directly, no one else, urgent enough that Bertrand let him through despite the meeting still technically in session.

"This came for you," the scout said, holding out a sealed letter bearing a crest Kane didn't recognize immediately, and then did, all at once, the shape of it landing in his stomach before he'd even broken the seal. "From Cade territory."

The room went quiet around him.
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