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Chapter Nineteen: The Beta's Doubt

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-04-11 16:35:36

Marcus Thorn had a habit of doing security sweeps of the pack grounds at irregular hours.

I knew this because in the five weeks since the gathering I had learned the movement patterns of every significant wolf in this pack the way you learned the layout of a house you were trapped in. Not from strategy, at first. From the simple necessity of knowing where the danger was before it arrived. Marcus ran his sweeps at dawn, at midday, and at unpredictable intervals throughout the evening, varying th
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