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CHAPTER 68 The Cost of War

Author: Bliss_writes
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-12 16:45:46

Eleanor's POV

I held the phone so tightly in my hand that I thought it might shatter.

If I had even a fraction of Devon's superpowers, I swear the damn thing would’ve cracked in half by now.

I was seething.

How dare they!

How fucking dare they lie to me like this? Hide things from me like I was some fragile, clueless doll in a gilded box.

Devon.

Franco.

Even Jim.

Franco, of all people, is a werewolf? And the reason my father is lying unconscious in bed somewhere in this private residence, fighting for his life?

The scream tore out of my throat like glass. Raw. Wild. Uncontrolled. I didn’t care if it woke the guards or disturbed the others in the private wing. I wanted the wind to carry it. Let the entire damn world hear it.

A soft breeze brushed across my face, cool against the sweat on my skin. Dawn was beginning to stretch across the sky. Gentle. Unaware. Mocking.

Then I heard him, his voice— Strong. Cold.

“No. You won’t, Eleanor.”

I spun, heart slamming against my ribs.

Jim stood b
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