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Chapter 147

Stella's POV

The Black Pool exhaled a fetid fog that clung to my fur, reeking of rotting kelp and something metallic.

Freya’s storm-gray wolf form tensed beside me, her silver-streaked tail rigid as a spear. The pool’s surface rippled, and a dorsal fin emerged, slicing the tar-thick water like a b...