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Chapter 41. Permission

Author: Olive Wright
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Nox’s POV

The moment the priestess disappeared into the night, I felt my wolf stir beneath my skin. He was restless, hungry for answers, and the longer I denied him, the harder it became to keep him at bay. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay still. It had been a test of patience, standing there at my study, watching as she went to speak with her.

I had wanted to be there. To listen in, to see the way her eyes flashed, the way her lips tightened when the priestess spoke of the curse. But I couldn't risk it. Not now, not when the balance between us was already hanging by a thread.

And now I watched as the priestess left, knowing all that there is, all that she told, and feels wildly fucking mangled by it.

I’d never felt the need to crush an entire pack.

“Fuck.”

I glanced up, the last traces of sunlight swallowed by the horizon, leaving only the cold kiss of twilight. Hunter should have reached the target by now. Any
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