WICKED PROVIDENCE Book 2
“Nonetheless, the pressure is mounting. Rogue factions are sniffing around our borders. If this pressure holds, your mask will be ripped away by the Council, not by choice.”
Hudson massaged his temples, the weight of the Ridge pressing down. “Let us not show our claws just yet.”
Meanwhile, Errol confronted Sarah beneath the unforgiving midday sun of the training grounds. As Sarah lounged on a stone bench, picking at rare mountain fruits, Errol’s sudden lunged sent her sprawling into the dirt. The ceramic plate shattered, spraying juice across the grass.
Sarah scrambled up, her scent turning acrid with annoyance. “What madness has seized your wolf, Errol?”
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