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Chapter Forty- Silver Rising

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-05-01 15:49:05
The security detail had stopped four feet from me.

Four wolves, trained and purposeful, and they had stopped the way you stopped when something larger than your training entered the room and your body registered it before your mind had finished processing what it was. They were not afraid, not exactly, not yet. They were simply paused, held in place by the specific quality of something their wolf instincts had flagged as significant and were waiting for their human consciousness to catch up wit
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