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Chapter 9 - “Hidden Rations”

作者: Acas 2026
last update 公開日: 2026-10-30 16:15:47

SIENNA

By the end of the week, the hunger had a smell.

Not rot, not smoke. Something thinner. The sour breath of two hundred people who had stopped pretending they weren’t afraid.

The rations shrank every morning. A slice of bread became half. A ladle of stew became a spoonful. Wolves who once walked proud now snapped at each other over spilled water, and two fights broke out in the courtyard before noon. Kieran ended both with a single look.

The empty cell was still the pack’s favorite mystery
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  • The Traitor's Mate In The Apocalypse    Chapter 17 - “Training Yard”

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