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Chapter 76: Family Secrets

Author: Pixie Snow
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-30 22:19:19

Mara stepped out of the shadows like she’d been carved from spite itself. The clearing swallowed her shape, moonlight slicing across that ruined smile of hers.

“Oh,” she purred, eyes dragging over me like I was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe. “You’re harder to kill than I thought.”

The words hit me first - then the air around us changed. My breath stuttered. My legs wobbled. My wolf was ready to tear her apart.

Behind me, my mate let out a low, lethal growl. One that vibrated through
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