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Chapter 30

Author: Marva
last update publish date: 2026-04-21 17:00:59

The Tell 

​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood

​I watched the way she held the reins.

​It was a small detail, something no one else would notice. But I had spent my entire childhood observing Elara Vance. 

I knew the way she shrank into herself when she was yelled at. I knew the way she nervously tapped her thumb against her index finger when she was anxious.

​And now, as we rode silently toward the ruined monas

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