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the pa
m. Whispers ripple through the hall,
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ilver blooms, thorns biting into her palms. The pain
wolves. Their eyes track her movement, cold and unblinking. No one smiles.
ks the ai
shoulders slumped beneath the weight of a man who stopped fighting years ago. Beside him, Marisol Vale sits rig
hair cascading over one shoulder. Her green eyes glitter with something cold and
gaze fli
h the stone altar carved with w
His storm-gray eyes lock onto hers, and there is nothing in them. No warmth. No r
ir cut short and severe. His jaw is sharp
es the alta
ver streaks in his beard, raises his h
union of Alpha Jasper Drevyn and Araya Var
ds feel
uet tighter, thorns cutting deeper. Blood
ook at the blood.
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e is flat, cl
row, accept this bond, to stand beside your A
tens. She forces th
. "Then let the
und her wrist, firm and cold. He pulls he
. A claiming. A moment of
lowers
nst the chill of the hall. His voice
nd means
r heart stutters, a sharp,
eek, cold and brief.
orm-gray eyes meet hers for just a moment,
n polite applause
od dripping from her han
arms. "The bond is sealed.
read of silver light. No warmt
y c
. The pack rises, following him toward the feast
ns at the a
inst the stone. She pauses, leaning close enough
murs, her voice dripping with
n eyes glitterin
the altar to steady herself, the
pulled back in a simple braid, hazel eyes soft w
ispers. "Let's ge
s, unable
footsteps echoing against the stone. The scent
rises, pale and
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