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chapter 16: gathering storm

Autor: Diamond
last update Data de publicação: 2026-10-25 01:08:05

Margaret announced the ceremony three days after I began to heal.

I was still chained to the infirmary bed, still weak from the loss of my child, still playing the part of the broken Luna. But Margaret didn't care about any of that. She came into the infirmary with her silver hair pulled back and her eyes cold and she told me that I would be attending the celebration.

"A ceremony," she said, "to honor Lena and the heir she carries. The entire pack will be there. You will stand beside Julian. Yo
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