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Chapter 23: The Siege

Penulis: Ayoade Busola
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The howling outside moved closer.

The sound felt thick. The noise vibrated in the floorboards beneath the bed. One wolf began the call. Eleven others answered.

The pack formed a circle around the stone cabin. They knew the Alpha stayed inside. They knew the Vessel stayed with him.

Rian ignored the noise. He focused on my face. He gripped my shoulders. His fingers dug into my skin. The pressure felt sharp.

He shook me again.

Wake up. He spoke the words into my ear. His breath felt hot. His vo
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