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CHAPTER EIGHT

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last update Date de publication: 2026-11-01 23:44:16

I did not hear what Kael said to her.

I stood at the gate with my hand on the hilt of a sword I did not want to draw, watching an Alpha who had never lowered his voice for anyone lean down and whisper into a healer's hood.

I saw her stiffen.

I saw him pull back and look at her as if she were a lit fuse and he were standing in a room full of powder.

Then he did the strangest thing I had ever seen him do. He mounted up without another word, and he left the coin where it lay.

It sat in the snow
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