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Chapter 7

Author: Charisma
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-12 20:13:58

Kael POV

The call from the village hadn’t been loud, but it had been sharp enough to make every fiber of my being tighten. Warriors were already moving in formation when we arrived, and the elders were gathered near the stone platform, faces taut with focus. But my eyes weren’t on them.

They never were.

They were on her.

Lyra.

Even as the pack’s tension stretched across the clearing, the bond between us pulsed like a living thing, insistent, demanding, undeniable. It was no longer a whisper, a
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