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Chapter 31: The Hunt!

Author: Akaza Writes
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-22 15:08:12

Three days passed.

Cass grew stronger each morning. His body filled out. The hollows in his cheeks vanished. The grey in his hair did not return. He ate with the pack, ran with the pack, trained with the pack. But at night, he belonged only to Luan.

She learned the shape of him again. The scar on his chest. The callus on his palm. The way he sighed in his sleep. She had memorized him once, before he died. Now she memorized him again. Deeper this time. Hungrier.

On the fourth morning, Holt came
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