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2024-06-15 06:49:33I heard more howling in the foyer.
One of them was a voice I’d learned to recognize.
The one I was forced to obey when I’d been with the Asara Pack.
Draven. The Asara Alpha.
Alaric had summoned his brother? I knew what this was about.
Because I threatened to slaughter all wolves.
He’d gone and recruited his pack to bring them against me to end a war I hadn’t even had the chance to begin.
My hopes of murdering slowly the NightHunter that had ravished me were dashed. And my only thoughts became about my own survival.
I became so scared that they might suspect that someone else in this castle might be, that I found myself easing back from the railing. Falling into the shadows in an effort to hide from prying eyes. I slid along the wall, trying to find somewhere to hide.
As if a breath came from the Heavens, there was a slight breeze in the corridor. Billowing out a tapestry th
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