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Chapter 20: Whispers Behind Closed Doors

Penulis: Hannie
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-14 21:59:05

​KAEL'S POV

​The northern border smelled of ash, blood, and cold rain.

​By the time the Imperial Vanguard reached the outermost territory, the damage had already been done. Smoldering ruins were all that remained of the frontier villages. Blackened timber lay scattered across the frozen earth, and columns of grey smoke rose lazily into the overcast sky.

​The moment my stallion halted in the center of the main settlement, the surviving pack members emerged from the shadows of the forest. They fe
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