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Chapter 213: The Weight of Love

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Selena's POV

The pack house is quiet now, Mary and Zeo are safe in their room. The rest of the household has returned to their routines, the drama fading into whispered conversations and curious glances. But I can't rest. My body is exhausted, but my mind won't stop spinning.

I told Greta everything, About the watchtower. About Walter. About Zeo. When  I found Greta in the healer's wing, organizing supplies by lamplight.

Greta sets down the jar of dried

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