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Change of plans

مؤلف: Nelly Writes
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-18 22:50:40

ZARIA'S POV

I unfolded the wrinkled parchment, my eyes tearing through my mother’s frantic, ink-smeared script. The letters were shaky, written with a hand that had clearly been trembling with pure terror.

“Zaria,” the note read, the words bleeding into each other where her tears had hit the page. “Cynthia discovered that Garrick is missing, and she has completely lost her mind. She went straight to your father. Alpha Rowan has locked me away in the lower cellars to keep me silent. Cynthia has
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