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CHAPTER 56

Adira's POV

The bastard pot wouldn’t stop bubbling.

I stirred the stew like it owed me money, barely resisting the urge to plunge the damn ladle through the bottom of the pot and let the whole thing burn. My claws itched under the skin of my fingers. My wolf was pacing. No, snarling.

And my mother...