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Chapter Eighteen: The Cost of Mending

Penulis: Kai
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-23 22:33:05

Damien's POV

When the three of us arrived, Elder Mackenzie was waiting in the pack's private archive room, with a stack of ancient texts spread across the table in front of her, their leather bindings cracked with age, making even the air in the room feel heavier.

"Sit," she said without hesitation, and something about her tone made none of us disagree.

"Tell us what you found," Eze said, settling into the chair across from her, his usual composure fraying at the edges.

Mackenzie's fingers trac
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