WICKED PROVIDENCE
"Avery, this is it! My family oversees the Bennett Chorus—the premier entertainment house of the North. We aren't as old as the Montgomery dynasty, but we have teeth. You are a 'new moon' in a sky full of tired stars. With our backing, you’d have the protection of fame, fans, and a mountain of gold. Madison Clarke wouldn't dare snarl at you if you were the face of the Five Territories. Doesn't the idea of being untouchable appeal to you?"
Avery felt the pull of it—a life where her rank wasn't determined by a "dormant wolf" status but by her own radiance. Then, the cold reality of the hierarchy settled back in. She touched her throat and signed with a sad, final grace: I am a mute, Harper. A
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