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... voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd like a blade.
Haelyn stood at the entrance of Archer’s pack grounds, the familiar terrain unrecognizable beneath the weight of rebellion. Tension crackled in the air, thick with hostility. Wolves stood in scattered clusters, their eyes sharp, their stance aggressive.
They did not welcome her return.
But she wasn’t here for their approval.
She stepped forward, her black cloak sweeping the dirt behind her, every inch of he ...
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