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eavy oak desk. The parchment bounced from the force. As the greedy Lord of the Mercer pac
the wood. "Now the family needs you to take Brylee's place a
study, my fingers curling inside my s
such a blessing, why not let your pre
ly shrank back. The mole beneath her left eye quivered as she faked a sob. She had spent mon
said, her sweet voice dripping with venom. "You have no wolf soul in your b
cannot use the mind-link, and cannot even se
d with huge emerald rings flashing on all te
and I will give you the clues about how your gran
ough my veins, and a faint flash of pure white light flickered deep within m
med I was cowed. He stomped to
e! Tonight, you are getting into
swung a vicious slap toward
h. His palm sliced through the empty air beside my e
ids. The freezing stillness in my eyes made my cowardly f
ed her skirt
s piece of trash do
ack, my voice echoi
clue is fake, I will tear the Mercer
one. Her eyes darted away, and she hurriedly p
ame on the parchment, grabbed the
ed to my dilapidated hay loft. I bolted the rotting wooden door, walked t
ting stench was the only barrier hiding my pure-blooded White Wo
ed into ugly, dark gray scabs, burying my true face beneath a withered mask. Taking a deep breath, I let the her
, moonlight-tempered silver needles. Silver was fatal to werewolves, capable of burning their i
ry elder of the White Wolf royal court; she never could have died from a mere drunken dire wol
ollowed by iron wheels grinding over gra
walked down the narrow stone stairs. Under the main porch, Ronald and Glen
eap cargo and yanked the iron door open. I stepped onto the cold peda
rd into the dark wilderness, I looked through the iron bars at the
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