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Chapter 8 - A pack, unturned.

Author: G. Brown
last update publish date: 2026-07-04 00:28:08

Troy awakens with the sun lighting streaks over her face, softly, as if whispering to her to wake up. For a moment, she doesn't want to listen.

She moves her bare legs between the sheets, and the silk flows over her skin like warm, liquid gold.

Her eyes flutter open. The sheets feel different. The room looks unfamiliar. When she moves her head, a sharp pain stabs through the back of her skull.

Troy grunts as she tries to touch it. There is no blood, but it is a swollen spot that really hurts w
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