"You aren’t just a lone wolf," the Alpha responded. "I’ve smelled your scent, Inzinga. Even through the blood and the sage Dora uses to scrub the rooms. You carry the mark of a Luna. You don’t end up dying under an oak tree in the neutral zone unless someone very powerful, and most certainly very stupid, let you slip through their fingers."A cold wave washed over me.The blood drained from my face, leaving me hollow and numb. My hand tightened on the cradle rail until the wood groaned beneath my grip, groaning the secret I refused to speak aloud."My past is my own," I said."It was," he agreed, narrowing his eyes. "Until you collapsed on my border. Now, your past is sitting in my ICU, eating my supplies and taking up my midwife’s time. I’m not asking for your life story today, but I need to know if I should be expecting a war party at my gates."I looked down at Marrow, so tiny, his dark blond hair a soft halo in the morning light.He was a fragile life, a future tha
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