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Chapter Fourty: Fractured Bond

작가: Lyanna Rose
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The week that followed settled over the pack house like a suffocating fog.

Natasha threw herself into training with a ferocity that startled the warriors. She arrived at the yards before dawn, often still in wolf form from her nightly runs, and drilled until her muscles screamed. She sparred with Gideon until both of them were drenched in sweat, until her knuckles were bruised and her breathing ragged.

Hit harder. Move faster. Do not think.

Thinking led her to places she could not afford to vis
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