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Chapter Eight: What She Felt First

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-24 15:02:54

It started as nothing.

A prickling at the back of Myla’s neck, low and insistent, like a sound just below the range of hearing. She was in the middle of a conversation with one of the pack’s senior she-wolves, nodding at something being said about the eastern garden, when it hit her and she went still so suddenly the other woman stopped mid-sentence.

“Are you all right?”

“Fine,” Myla said. “Sorry. Continue.”

But she wasn’t fine. Something was wrong on the eastern border. She knew it the way she
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