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Chapter 39: Bond Of Blood

Penulis: InkGoddess Nyla
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-22 16:18:18

POV: Maeve and Carson

The clash with Johan rattled through my bones, his claws slashing across my fur, hot pain burning along my side, but the strength in me rose higher, stronger, until I barely felt the wound. My wolf lunged forward again, my teeth tearing into his shoulder, the taste of his blood flooding my mouth. He roared, his body crashing into mine, throwing me back against the wall, stone cracking beneath the force, but I landed on my paws and pushed off the ground, every muscle thrumming with wild power.

His eyes burned with fury as he circled me, his claws flexing. “You think that bond will save you,” he spat, his voice low and sharp. “But love will make you weak.”

I growled, my wolf’s voice strong inside me. No. Love makes us strong.

And then I leapt again, refusing to break.

Far away but not far enough, Carson’s chest heaved as he stood in the lower chamber, his eyes locked on Marcus who had stepped into the light with his blade drawn, while Roy still writhed on the floor
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