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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-FORTY-TWO

Kiara

Tension filled the Alpha court of the Silvermoon Pack, the kind that sticks to one's skin like damp moss. I was seated at the long, old table, tapping the polished surface with my fingers, inhaling the barely discernible scent of cedar and old leather.

The chamber was smaller than Dane's...