The Alpha's Sacrificial Bride: The Broken Pledge
She shifted her weight, her boots sliding a fraction of an inch through the wet clay, her mind frantically calculating the distance between her position, the transport wreck, and the edge of the central drop-off.
You think you can control the dawn with steel and ink? Elena said, her voice dropping into a freezing, hollow frequency that made the Elder behind her tighten his grip on the rifle stock. You couldn't even keep the gate sealed against an old man with a staff. My grandfather is still up there, Trevor is bleeding out on his own cobblestones, and you are standing in a tomb.
The Elder’s response was a sharp, downward shove of the barrel, forcing her head lower. Silent, girl. Your lineag
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