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Chapter 25

Author: Buellaaldama
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-14 17:12:09

Killian’s POV

I stood at the edge of the packhouse balcony, the wind tugging at my sleeves, while my gaze was fixed on the grounds below. The sun hung low, bathing everything in a golden hue for me. From up here, it all looked peaceful—like it was a perfect illusion.

But I wasn’t fooled by it.

Down there, Selene stood beneath the tree with Luca beside her, the two of them exchanging words in their own quiet rhythm and demonstration. She smiled at him—softly, shyly—and the sight of it hit me like a punch to the gut.

I clenched the iron railing which was standing by my side.

I should have been happy to see she was relating with someone in the pack. I should have felt relieved that she was making progress in communicating, that she was finally beginning to communicate.

That she trusted someone enough to let her guard down. Hell, I was the one who brought Luca here to help her. I assigned him. I approved of his methods. And he was good at what he did.

Too good that she was coming out of
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