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Chapter 18

Ethan's POV

Blood. Silver. Poison.

The scents mingled in my nostrils as I cradled Freya's limp wolf form against my chest. Her normally sleek gray-white fur was matted with crimson, and her breathing came in shallow, ragged gasps. Silver burns marked where the spikes had pierced her flesh, the wou...