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Chapter 9: Silverfang Scars

The Silverfang Festival was not a festival, but an arena. Torches blazed like the eyes of predators, drums thudded like war cries, and judgment hung in the air itself like a miasma as I walked with my three suns on each side of me. Ronan's hand was burning on the small of my back, possessive and ...