Fated Vengeance: A Mate's Reckoning
Mara stood, her knife drawn, her eyes blazing, catching the cliffs’ collapse, her strength the only thing holding us together as the world trembled.
"We need the compound," Lucian rasped, his voice shredded, pointing to the torchlight flickering beyond the cliffs, the pack’s walls a fading hope against the apocalypse bearing down. "Sylva, the elders, someone, anyone, we need to know how to stop this. The severing didn’t end it, it woke it." His eyes were desperate, his blade shaking, the bond screaming his fear for me, for us, for everything.
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