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Chapter 33: The Traitor's Scent

last update publish date: 2026-02-25 05:03:20
Elena woke up to the smell of antiseptic and old magic.

Medical wing. She knew it immediately—had spent enough time in rogue pack infirmaries to recognize the particular combination of herbs and cleaning solution.

Her body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong. Everything ached. Moving her hand required conscious effort.

"Don't try to sit up yet." Garrett's voice, from somewhere to her left. "You've been out for six hours."

"Maya—"

"Is alive. Sleeping. Two rooms down." He
Sloane Sterling

The traitor is caught, but the clock is still ticking. ⏳ Elena barely survived protecting the Anchor Stone, and now they have only 66 hours left before the Shield falls and the Council’s 'peacekeeping force' moves in. Katerina is finally in custody, but her words are haunting: Is it really possible to save the one without destroying the many? Xander is still down, Maya is fading, and the math is not in their favor. 🐺 Do you think Xander will wake up in time to lead the defense, or is it up to Elena to find the next secret in the Grey's journal? Drop a '🛡️' if you believe they can find a third way! — Sloane Sterling

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