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Chapter Eight: The Broken Mirror

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last update Date de publication: 2026-05-31 14:03:12

​I wasn't meant to be a quiet captive. This silence of the room was even worse than the shouting in the auction square—it was the silence of a secret kept under lock and key.

I stood by the window, my forehead leaning against the cool stone.

Staring at Veal Keep's environment—very dangerous, confusing and filled with hidden threats.

I could hear them. The lycans.

I was separated from the danger by a stone wall. I felt the vibration of their movement.

They felt powerful, coordinated and whis
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