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Chapter 7: The Road North

Auteur: Rita writes
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-06 04:30:00

Sleep did not come easily.

Selena lay on the narrow but clean bed in the commander's quarters, staring at the low wooden ceiling while the outpost settled into night sounds around her. Distant footsteps on stone. The soft clink of armor as the watch changed. A low murmur of voices speaking in the deeper, more guttural cadence of the Lycan tongue. None of it was familiar. All of it felt safer than the silence of the forest or the false warmth of Silver Claw.

Her body ached. The cuts on her feet
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