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Chapter 90 Caught Between Wolves (i)

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JIMMIE POV

Sitting beside Fara at the council table, I tried to keep my expression neutral, but when Elder Throne raised the question about Nadia’s whereabouts, my chest tightened. Without meaning to, I glanced at Fara. She caught it, and for the briefest moment, we shared a knowing look—silent, heavy.

Earlier on our way to the pack…

The vehicle turned sharply onto a lonely path, swallowed by towering trees whose shadows strangled out the last hints of twilight. The deeper we went, the darker it became, until it felt like the world itself was holding its breath. My chest tightened. I thought we were already at Woodland and asked Fara, “Have we arrived?”

She only chuckled softly, a sound that didn’t match the weight in her eyes.

“No, Jimmie. This is just a slight detour before we continue. I need to see to something first.”

The car rolled to a stop in front of a structure that made my skin prickle. A squat stone building crouched in the dark, looking more like a tomb than anything bel
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