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Chapter 113 Where the Wild Belongs

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The sharp golden light stretched further across the floorboards, warming the room as Thalia’s chest rose and fell in a slow, comforting rhythm beneath Chloe’s cheek. The playful banter faded back into that profound stillness, leaving Chloe to simply exist in the heavy, safe weight of Thalia’s embrace.

With her chin resting against Thalia’s skin, Chloe's eyes drifted back to the silver scar on the wolf's ribs. Her fingers resumed their light, absentminded tracing.

"You know," Chloe murmured
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