The Price of Betrayal: My White Wolf Path

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e aware of his voice from the corridor-not the muted tone of a concerned husband, but the clipped, decisive cade

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st, covering every memory she had of him. He was not incapable of devotion; he was, in fact, capable of a monumental, all-consumi

it was surgically excised. It was time to end this.