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Chapter Ten: Cracks in the Ice

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last update Date de publication: 2026-04-01 14:39:34

I watched Alexander fall apart in increments so small that anyone not paying attention would have missed every single one.

I was paying attention.

I had nothing else to do with my time in the east block except read, walk the narrow permitted circuit of the grounds, and notice things. And what I noticed, over the course of four consecutive mornings spent sitting on the low stone wall at the south end of the east yard with a book I was not reading, was that Alexander Blackwood was breaking down i
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Kimberly
I feel bad for both of them. I’m guessing he can’t break the bond because of his wolf. Why would you want your son to go through this? He’s in agony and people act like it’s nothing.
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