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Chapter 139: Serena's Grace

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-07-07 15:03:03

The counter-proposal was three pages long and written in the kind of language that required two readings before you understood what it was actually saying.

I gave it both.

The three Alphas, Crestwood's Aldric Vane, the Ironpeak pack's Doma Serr, and a wolf named Falco from the Southern Reach coalition, had constructed their response to the Ashrock alliance announcement with the careful precision of people who had been expecting something like it and had prepared accordingly. On the surface it w
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