The old stone manor sat tucked into the thick foliage of the Silverclaw borderlands, its ancient oak beams heavy with the scent of dried sage and pine. Inside the dining room, four pairs of eyes watched the table in silence."You should not have brought us back to the Dominion, Freya," my mother, Martha Holloway, growled softly. Her human hands trembled as she set down a platter of roasted meat. "If you step foot near the Bennett Citadel again, you must bind your life to Elias Whitmore. It is the only way to keep the pack elders from tearing you apart."Little Freya Bennett Jr. sat on my lap, completely unbothered by the heavy air. She reached her chubby fingers toward the wooden bowl of sweet egg custard. "Mommy, feed me!"I scooped a bite with a wooden spoon and slipped it into her mouth, my heart aching as I looked down at her soft, human-like features.Beside me, my five-year-old son, Kieran, let out a heavy, frustrated sigh that sounded entirely too old for his small chest. His g
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