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Chapter 144 - Borderlines
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2026-01-27 22:12:05
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The training yard is loud. Steel striking steel. Boots grinding into packed dirt. Warriors shouting corrections across the field.Blackridge breathes war.I cross the courtyard with Tomas Voss’s photograph folded carefully in my pocket and a knot in my stomach that refuses to loosen.The elders’ visit keeps replaying in my head. Choose wisely. The words sounded like advice. But they felt like a threat.The commander’s building stands at the far edge of the yard, dark stone and heavy glass overlooking everything like a watchtower. Fitting.Cameron never liked being watched. But he always watches.As I climb the steps toward the entrance, voices drift through the slightly open door. Sharp voices. Older voices. - Council. They were quick. I must admit that. I slow instinctively.“…reckless,” someone is saying. That voice belongs to Counselor Dane. I recognize the gravelly tone. “This investigation will fracture alliances we’ve maintained for decades. It will ruin us.”Another voice join
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The knock comes just before noon.Not timid. Not confident either. Just… controlled.I look up from the stack of ceremony logistics I’m pretending to read. The Luna office still feels strange - too big, too polished, too official. The desk isn’t mine. The power isn’t mine yet.But the responsibility already is.“Come in.”The door opens slowly.She’s older. Late forties, maybe early fifties. Dark hair threaded heavily with gray, braided tight over one shoulder. Her posture is straight in a way that tells me she trained herself not to fold.But her eyes.. Her eyes are exhausted.“Luna.” she says.I stand immediately. “Please. You don’t have to-”“I do.” she interrupts softly.Her wolf brushes against mine. Not aggressive. Not submissive. - Grieving.She steps inside and closes the door behind her. The click echoes.“May I sit?”“Of course.”She lowers herself carefully into the chair across from my desk. Hands folded in her lap. Knuckles white.“I won’t take much of your time.”Someth
The Curvy Heiress: Lost Werewolf Sister Chapter 206 - Ash and Iron
I put some clothes on. A fitted ivory blouse with a high collar. Dark trousers. My hair pulled back in a low knot that doesn’t move when I do.Armor, just stitched prettier.Coffee tastes like ash.Not because it’s bad. The kitchen has perfected the blend. It’s strong, slightly bitter, grounding. But every swallow drags against the memory of pale bones under moonlight.I drink it anyway.Across the table, Cameron watches me over the rim of his mug.“You don’t have to go in today.” he says.“Yes, I do.”He sets his cup down slowly. “I can handle the council.”“I’m not worried about the council.”His jaw shifts. “I know.”The silence between us isn’t fragile. It’s loaded. We both understand what today means.The beginning of something that cannot be undone.Breakfast is simple - bread, eggs, sliced fruit. I force myself to eat. Not because I’m hungry, but because I need strength. Because skipping meals makes wolves sloppy, and I refuse to be sloppy today.Cameron stands first.He moves
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