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CHAPTER SEVEN: Kaelan

Author: Sunkissed
last update publish date: 2026-07-02 18:30:47

Lyra's POV

By the time the horns sound, the entire pack has gathered at the outer wall.

Nobody ordered it. Nobody needed to. Word travels faster than any messenger when the ground itself is shaking, and by midday every wolf in Blackmoor territory — warriors, healers, children pulled from their lessons, Elders in their formal robes — stands crowded along the wall and the open field beyond it, waiting.

I'm placed near the front. Not by choice. The Priestess appeared at my door an hour ago, wordle
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