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Chapter Eight: What the wards Remember

Author: Mitch
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News traveled faster than any of them could contain it.

By the second morning, Elira could feel the shift in the pack the way she used to feel storms coming — a pressure in the air, conversations that stopped when she entered a room, glances that lingered too long and then darted away, ashamed of their own curiosity. She'd spent eighteen years being invisible. Now she couldn't walk to the training grounds without three separate wolves finding an excuse to watch her pass.

"They're not going to s
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