WICKED PROVIDENCE
But Avery reached out, her cool fingers squeezing Harper’s hand, a silent command to hold her peace.
When Vernon led the bulk of the cameras away, the air felt thinner, colder.
"The audacity of this Academy," Sadie Monroe hissed, her eyes glowing a faint amber. "They summon you across territories only to throw dirt on your fur. Is this Donovan’s idea of a joke?"
Avery shook her head, her mind flicking to the Northern Alpha’s honest eyes. She signed slowly: It is a misunderstanding of the spirit. I do not need a podium to mend what is broken. I am content to work.
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