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Chapter 7: The Shadow Wolf’s Trace

Penulis: Black Pearl
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Rael’s POV

The silence of the morning felt wrong. No lingering rage haunted my mind, no gnawing need for destruction, as if the beast in my chest had fallen asleep for the first time in my life.

Cool morning air slipped through the lattice of the window, carrying with it the metallic scent of blood dried into the sheets. My skin was sticky with the remnants of sweat, spent lust, and last night’s heat.

But it wasn’t the stains that struck me most. It was the faint, fresh scent of wildflowers dri
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