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31. Speak Freely: Zane’s Perspective

作者: Katherine Jaynara
last update 公開日: 2026-05-06 19:00:50

The door closes behind Sophia with a soft click that seems to echo in the sudden silence. I stare at the ancient text still open on my desk, the illustrated wolves beneath the crescent moon staring back as if in judgment.

Conri paces restlessly in my mind, his agitation bleeding into my own thoughts. ‘Find her,’ he urges. ‘Fix this.’

But for once, I don’t have a strategy, a calculated next move. The realisation that I claimed my true mate, my moon-bless
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