Severed Bond: The White Wolf's Second Chance
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happen in steps. It h
take my seat next to the Alpha, a
was alre
ent doe eyes, feigning confusion,
"Sit in the back, Harper. The Alpha table
d to the back, sitting among the Omegas. They shifted away from me
oman made of iron and spite, her spine stiff with self-right
ce carrying to every corner of the hall. "The Pack is weak. A L
ut his tone lacked bite
ng into me. "Her wolf is dormant. She is essentially hu
aze was heavy, devoid of the
commanded thr
like invisible strings. I stood, t
oice echoing in the silence. "Adm
ailed," I
ude
ed, tears streaming down my face, t
, as if I were nothing more than a nuisance. "She needs to reflect on
lake level. The water there was laced with trace amounts of Silver. F
bed me. I didn't
er rose to my waist. The moment it touched my skin, I hissed. It wasn't just cold;
he dark, my legs numb and raw. Every ti
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, holding a plate of roast chicken. The s
aked, my lips c
op
ruining it instantly. "Butterfingers. Oh well. You don't deserve to eat
e casting shadows over her cruel
rst was ye
pened. Eli stood there, fl
up," El
kin red and raw from the silver water
of earth that was Leo's grave,
iking in my chest. "No,
birthed by a cursed womb," Eli said, his face blank, li
m!" I screamed,
d: Freeze," E
rced to watch as the shovels dug into the earthl wooden coffin.
t my ribs. I just wanted
d, blocking my view. She
ce dripping with false sympathy. "Just to be safe
ened t
command until my brain felt like it was bleedi
ile playing on her lips. She w
, dust to sewer
pped t
my Leo-poured into the
N
collapsed, clawing at the pavement, trying to reach t
ing down at me as if I were the filt
t from behind Kasey's legs. I knew him. He was an
ody," Kasey
tending. He slashed at my face. Pain ex
ng in the dirt, bleeding, wet, and broken.
"Strip her. She doesn't
ng me shivering in the night air. I curle
li commanded. "If the Rogues
he territory. The warriors swung me and t
ungry howls of Rogues, something inside me
d, replaced by a cold
ouse lights, glowing warm a
, the promise tasting like iron in my mout