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Blood Does Not Surrender

Author: G.V.STELLARIS
last update publish date: 2026-10-01 13:00:04

LAWRENCE'S POV

No one lays a claw on my cub.

The bond‑mark did not send a mental warning—it struck like a physical, icy blade at the base of my collarbone, exactly where her fangs had sealed phoenix fire into my veins. The pain tore a savage roar from my throat that burst the eardrums of sentries ten yards away.

I wrenched both arms free from the cliff’s bowels. The pillars I had raised to hold back the sea stood for a moment on pure tectonic momentum, but I was no longer at the hill’s base.

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