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CHAPTER 81: The Friction

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-03-13 03:47:05

POV: Viggo

The scent of another male on his mate was a declaration of war.

It is biology. It is the oldest law written in the blood. When a wolf marks a territory, he is saying Keep Out. When a wolf marks a female, he is saying Mine.

I was sitting in the common room, spinning the brass gear Neoma had left on the table. Whirrr. Whirrr. The sound was calming. The smell of the room was right—woodsmoke, mint, and the lingering ozone of the Void.

Then, the door opened.

The smell hit me first.

It was
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