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Sorrows and pain

Author: Nelly Writes
last update publish date: 2026-07-29 17:49:15

ZARIA'S POV

The formal wax seal of the Bloodmoon Pack lay broken on my writing desk, its dark red wax shattered into small, jagged flakes that looked almost like dried blood scattered across the wood.

Maya stood over by the heavy oak door, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her jaw set in a rigid, protective line that showed she was ready to turn away anyone who tried to intrude. Across from me, my mother, Luna Selene, sat quietly on the velvet settee near the fireplace. Her hands were
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