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CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT: A WALL

作者: Elle writes
last update publish date: 2026-05-29 17:42:26

Rowan returned some days after.

The training yard was already full when he walked through the east gate. Warriors paused mid swing, bowing to acknowledge his presence. Nyssa's staff lowered, Lois straightened from where he had been leaning against the equipment rack. The Alpha had not been seen outside the library in nearly a week. His presence shifted the air.

Aria was stretching near the far wall when he entered but she didn't stop stretching.

Rowan crossed the yard. He spoke briefly to Lo
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