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Chapter 129

Author: Danny black
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-25 19:38:07

TRISTAN

I stood near the edge of the campus courtyard, leaning my shoulder against the rough brick wall of the student union building with my hands shoved deep into my pockets. A cold autumn breeze blew past, rustling the colorful leaves at my feet, but I didn't feel the chill at all. All I felt was a hot, buzzing rush of pure satisfaction singing through my veins.

Across the lawn, the crowd of pack members was still whispering and pointing, their voices swelling into an angry, nervous buzz. E
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