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... the pack’s stronghold, in a soundproof chamber soaked in blood.
The air reeked of iron and sweat, of fear and piss.
The stone walls were slick with it, the floor was a sticky mess of crimson and vomit. Chains rattled against rusted hooks, and in the center of it all, a rogue hung by his wrists.
Kieran stood over him, his knuckles split, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his forearms streaked with red.
His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his wolf barely r ...
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