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Chapter 15

作者: Amelia Reid
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-22 21:13:15

RONAN – POV

The wind howled outside like it was mourning something. I leaned against the wooden banister of the porch, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The night had never felt so still… so wrong.

Something was off.

I could feel it.

I sensed it crawl across my skin, itching under my flesh like a warning. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath the surface, claws grazing the edges of my control.

Ixora was asleep upstairs or so I thought.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake the unease.

Maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe the letter had planted its seed deeper than I’d realized. I trusted her. But could she still trust me?

Before I could chase the thought further, a sound behind me made my body stiffen. Too loud to be the wind. Too soft to be a full-on attack.

I turned—and the blow landed square on my jaw.

Pain exploded across my face as I stumbled back, wiping blood from my lip before I even saw who it was.

"Chris," I growled.

He stood there, eyes wild, flanked by three other wolves—Ai
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