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Chapter 17: Respect

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-17 23:15:50

Calla’s POV

Three months.

It had taken three months for the new place to begin feeling like something other than a waiting room.

The house Tyson had brought us to sat at the edge of the valley, backed up against the tree line with the river visible from the kitchen window on clear mornings.

It was not a grand house. Nothing like the Blackthorn pack house with its imported furniture and crystal chandeliers and endless corridors that always felt like they were watching you.

This house had lo
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