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... it looks like the bone might crack. Morgan’s fists keep flexing and unflexing like his fingers are arguing about whether to stay attached to his hands or turn into claws mid-run. Grayson looks ready to cry and murder someone at the same time.

Past the lawns, through the iron gates, across the training fields, they don’t slow. Wolves nearby pause what they’re doing, watching four Alpha heirs sprint across the grounds like someone detonated their patience.

They pass residential ro ...

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