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Chapter 56: The Warmth of Bread and Birch

작가: Victoria Knight
last update 게시일: 2026-09-09 22:48:17

I had always hated funerals… they were a tell tale sign that you'd lost someone forever.

I was just 4 years old when my parents had been brutally murdered by a horde of shifters that invaded the Bloodwyn pack.

And in the blink of an eye, the world as I knew it came crashing down. I watched my parents' corpse burn, and their ashes thrown into the sea, all because their bodies had been mauled beyond recognition and apparently — according to Bloodwyn pack rules — there was no need for
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    The minutes that followed dragged like grinding stones. I paced the length of the hall, my jaw locked tight. When the heavy doors finally groaned open again, the entire line of servants flinched.Cassandra stepped into the dining hall. She looked from me to the line of terrified servants, her dark eyes sharp, composed, and somehow, completely unaffected by the thick Alpha pressure I was bleeding into the room."You sent for me?" she asked, her voice cool and steady."You told me a scullery maid handed you that tray in the gallery," I said, softening my tone just a fraction for her benefit. "I need you to point her out."Cassandra didn't ask questions. She simply nodded, her gaze sweeping over the thirty trembling faces pressed against the wall. She walked slowly down the line, her presence bringing a strange, but frightening calm to the suffocating room, until she stopped near the far end.She lifted her hand, pointing gently toward a young girl whose face was flushed red wi

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    The two guards stationed outside Dominic's private study didn’t even bother raising their spears as I approached. They looked at the heavy silver tray in my hands, then noticed the mark on my neck, and practically scrambled out of the way to haul the doors open for me.I stepped across the threshold, my shoes making almost no sound against the thick dark rug, and let the heavy doors close shut behind me.The study smelled the exact same way it did that day, when I came to tell Dominic about my vision—old parchment, cold stone, and that familiar, maddening scent of pine, cedar, and rain that seemed to live inside Dominic’s skin. Across the room, half-hidden behind a mountain of border manifests and unrolled maps, sat the terrifying Alpha of the Blackthorne pack.He didn't even bother to look up when I walked in.His head was down, his dark brows drawn into a tight knot, and his sandy-brown hair messy where his fingers had clearly been dragging through it all morning. He he

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    I stood behind my desk, my boots anchored to the floorboards, listening to the muffled retreat of her footsteps down the hallway, her anger still lingering in the air.'Let her be angry,' I told myself, grinding my back teeth together until my jaw clicked.I reached down with a gloved hand and picked up the half-charred scrap of Eastern cipher, smoothing the scorched edge against the mahogany wood. Beside it, the heavy wax seal of Viktor Varkas stared back at me like a dare.I couldn’t help but kick myself at just how well the pieces fit together.But the quiet didn't last long. The door swung open once again, and Jasper stepped back inside, locking the door behind him.He didn't bother offering a polite knock or dropping his usual sarcastic smirk. He pushed the door shut, tossed his dark wool cloak over the back of the leather armchair, and walked straight up to my desk. His light eyes were sharp, scanning my face with the kind of intense focus he usually reserved for inter

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