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80. Delusions

Author: Winnie W. W.
last update publish date: 2026-06-18 01:05:32

Killian

The pack was restless.

I could hear it in the whispers slithering through the corridors, feel it in the tension hanging heavy in the air like a storm waiting to break. They thought Damon’s escape was a crack in my rule, that it meant the Ether Pack was vulnerable.

They thought wrong. I would never let Damon have one over me again. I would rather die than let him take Lyra or this pack from me.

I leaned back in my chair, the carved wood creaking under the weight of my thoughts. The offi
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