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Chapter 188: The Curse

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Her name was Senna, and she had been the Thornvale pack's senior healer for twenty-two years.

She was younger than I expected, perhaps fifty, with the particular quality of someone who had spent decades looking closely at things most wolves preferred not to examine and had arrived at a specific, quiet relationship with difficult truth. She did not perform composure. She simply had it, the way experienced healers did, the kind built from years of being in rooms where composure was the most usefu
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