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Chapter Forty-Seven

Author: Larissa Watson
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-26 22:11:00

Simon’s POV

I had shifted back into Zyan’s form, prowling through the devastation—wounded wolves scattered across the mountainside, their pain thick in the air like smoke. Grief clung to everything, and I felt it deep in my bones. My eyes scanned the horizon, searching for anything—any hope, any sign.

Then I felt it—a flash through the bond, molten and wild. Rage. Determination. Power. My heart skipped. I turned just in time to see her.

Zerina came over the ridge like a living flame, her molten-gold coat catching the last of the sun’s light, blazing as she tore across the grass. She was even bigger than I remembered—at least a half-head taller than Zyan. And gods, she was furious. I felt it in my chest like a second heartbeat: her fury, her focus, her utter refusal to let this stand. Beneath it all, though—resolve like tempered steel. They would not break her. They would not break us.

She skidded to a halt before me, muscles quivering with held violence, and Andy slid from her back. H
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