Once A Luna, Now A Stealer?
The same councilman repeats.
“I’ve never seen this contract,” My anger rises, “You’ve told me about its existence, you’ve told me about my sign on it. How do I know if this even exists? All I have is your word on it, as far as I know, I went through something traumatic on my coming-of-age ceremony and got carted off to this pack in exchange for land!”
“I’m afraid it exists,” The Beta says, “because here it is.”
He shows me the document, and behold, there’s my sign on the paper under a hand-written passage. I recognize it as my handwriting and my own signature.
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