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How could she be so calm?

作者: Ava
last update 公開日: 2025-01-08 02:26:19

Alaric’s POV

The academy buzzed like a hive of gossiping bees, the whispers louder than ever as I made my way through the courtyard. My wolf was restless, pacing in my head, growling low and dangerous.

I didn’t need to ask what everyone was talking about; I already knew.

Elowen.

And him.

The moment I spotted her, walking through the crowd like she owned the place, my blood boiled. She was with him again—the newcomer. Kael. His presence was like a dark cloud hanging over everything, an
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