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Chapter 47: The Rescue

Author: Silver Moon
last update publish date: 2026-07-21 16:37:20

Ethan Pov

The stone steps of the ancient ruins disintegrated into dust beneath the weight of my charge.

In my shifted form, the world was a hyper-saturated tapestry of heat and scent. The crumbling gray architecture of the old settlement was nothing but an obstacle course to be obliterated. I was a massive, midnight-black mountain of muscle and fur, driven entirely by the primal, screaming need to reclaim my mate. Behind me, the heavy, synchronous thudding of paws signaled Nathan and the Guard
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