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Chapter 51: The Fish Market

Author: ALPHAWRITEZ
last update publish date: 2026-10-29 10:00:29

Clara's POV

"Move," said Rowan. "Now. Both vans, both directions. Torin, you've got the decoy."

Nobody argued. I have thought about that moment many times since, the long wet street with the lamps burning in their rows, and the howls coming down from the rooftops like rain, and not one of us wasting a breath. Torin vaulted into the first van with two of his gray-coated wolves, and the engine roared, and it shot away toward the east with its lights blazing. Rowan flung open the b

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