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Chapter 48: The Edge of the Overlook

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The smartest thing to do would have been to turn around and walk back toward the west wing.

I had over three border skirmish reports waiting on my desk, an entire stack of unread trade manifests from our allies over at the eastern region, and an elders council meeting scheduled for noon that I already knew was going to give me a migraine.

I had a kingdom to run, a pack to protect, and about forty different problems that actually required an Alpha’s attention.

Instead, I stood in the
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