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Author: Aminu
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Chapter 52

Aurora’s POV

Liam stood in front of me, his arms folded, his expression cold and sharp as a blade.

“You’ll never get anywhere if you keep acting like a weak human,” he said, his voice carrying that annoying mix of arrogance and authority. “The only thing that gives your fragile little body any real strength is your wolf. You should love it—because without it, you’re nothing.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, my mouth opening, ready to shoot back something fiery—

But before I could, a voice boomed across the training ground.

“That’s mean, Liam!”

I turned, startled, as Lucious strode toward us, his voice carrying like thunder though he was still a good distance away.

“How in the world did you hear us from that far?” I asked, genuinely confused.

He grinned, brushing his messy dark hair back. “Wolves can hear from far away. Sharp hearing comes with the package. Aren’t you supposed to feel that too?”

My stomach twisted. “Supposed to?”

Cassidy stepped in smoothly, “That’s ex
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