The rain was brutal.The main hall of *Blackthorn Pack* reeked of cold and death. The grand chandeliers were dark. Only torches burned, throwing long shadows on the stone walls.In the center, on a marble bed, lay *Alpha Kael Veyron*.24 years old. Alpha of Blackthorn. The name that made rogues tremble. Today, he couldn’t even get out of bed.His body was burning with fever. Black veins spread across his neck like poison crawling under his skin."There’s no use," the Pack Doctor said, head lowered. "It’s been three days. Nothing is working. This… this is a curse, Alpha."Beta *Torin* clenched his fists. "Shut your mouth. Kael will be fine."Kael cracked his eyes open. His grey eyes were hazy. "Shut… up… all of you."That’s when the door creaked open. _Creeeak._Every head turned.A woman stood there. Long black coat. Hood up, hiding half her face. A small leather bag in her hand.Rainwater dripped from her boots onto the floor."Who are you?" Torin barked.The woman didn’t lowe
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