Our Submissive Sin
“Unfortunately, this family is tearing its own fur out,” Rafe said, lowering his voice so the nearby tables couldn't hear. “Last winter, two shredded pelts were found floating at the edge of Bloodmoon Lake just two weeks apart. One was a young wolf maiden of seventeen winters, while the other was a twenty-year-old male from the Abakon Yellow pack. Because of the rogue threat, Alpha Grimshaw put a strict lockdown on the lower territories.”
“A tragedy, Chief Ranger,” I replied, my voice smooth as silk. “But tell me, did the river monsters take them, or did a rogue hunt happen on your borders?”
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