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Chapter 182_The Wolf Beneath My Skin

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last update publish date: 2026-11-13 15:08:45

Tahlia's POV

"You're lying to me, Cassian."

He didn't look away from the road. We were two days south of Greyfen, the fen's black reeds finally sinking behind us, and the column rode in tired silence. "I'm doing nothing of the sort."

"You've said 'I'm fine' three times since breakfast, and nobody asked."

"You asked at dawn."

"I asked how you slept." I nudged my horse closer. "My wolf is pacing, and she's never done that around you. She smells something sour, like metal on the back of the tongue
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