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CHAPTER 18: A Beautiful, Bloody Gift

作者: Tee .A.
last update 公開日: 2025-11-04 16:27:36

KANE

She yanks her hand from mine like my touch burns. Her brows knit, eyes flashing.

“What the hell do you mean, what am I?” she snaps.

I don’t answer right away. I just stare at the spot where her wound had been—smooth and unmarked now, like it was never there. That’s not normal. Not for someone like her.

“You shouldn’t be able to heal like that” I say quietly. “Not if you’re what everyone claims you are.”

“And what exactly is that?” Her lips twitch in a bitter smile.

“A wolfless rogue.”
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