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CHAPTER 18: The Broken Wrist

Author: Marcelinee
last update publish date: 2026-07-10 07:56:35

The welcome gala was a sensory overload of crystal, silk, and raw predator energy.

Hundreds of wolves packed the grand ballroom of the neutral compound. The air was thick and hot, heavily perfumed with blooming jasmine arrangements, roasted meats, and the sharp, fizzy tang of spilled champagne. A string quartet played in the far corner, their bright notes struggling to cut through the low roar of overlapping conversations.

I stood near a towering ice sculpture, holding a fragile flute of champa
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