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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: First Strike

Author: ROSE LADY
last update publish date: 2026-03-04 06:00:24

The fortress never felt so alive.

Even before dawn, the walls thrummed with energy—the bond between me, the triplets, and Ronan feeding the stones, the runes, the very air around us. My wolf shifted beneath my skin, restless, eager. The ritual had left a residue of power that made every nerve sharp, every muscle coiled.

Ronan led me to the lower training grounds, where the usual warriors waited. They were tense, expectant. The elders had allowed me to train openly now, but with one warning: "Th
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