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Chapter Sixty-Five- The Alpha

مؤلف: M.C. Harry
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Rafe

The training grounds shook with the sound of bodies colliding. Dust rose in the air, carried on the sharp tang of sweat and wolf musk. Blades of grass had been torn to dirt, the packed earth scarred by claws and boots alike.

I stood at the edge of it all, arms crossed, letting my gaze sweep over every strike, every dodge, every fall, as every eye flickered toward me before darting back to their opponent. Warriors struck harder when I was near, held

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