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CHAPTER 63: Ruthless Alpha
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2026-04-10 22:30:27Maya's POV
The road north stretches out—empty, chilly, and seems to go on forever.
I've been on the road for three days now. The SUV is covering ground, but honestly, the scenery hasn't changed much—just hills, trees, and the occasional small town. I stop for gas a couple of times, grab coffee once, but that's about it. I can't waste any time.
Viktor’s army is on the move. Lucas is with him. Silvermoon can’t handle them on our own.
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