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CHAPTER 33: A SHATTERED REFLECTION

作者: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 12:10:55

The smell of boiling lard and cheap coal smoke mingled with the sharp, toxic tang of Devon’s maddened scent. He stepped over the splintered remains of the kitchen door, his movements jerking like a puppet pulled by broken strings. The copper hair he shared with the Alpha King was matted with grime, and his jaw worked in silent curses. His eyes were no longer human; they were the bloodshot, hollow plates of a wolf that had completely lost its mind to rejection and bloodlust.

"Devon, stop," E
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