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The Blood He Didn’t Choose

The Alpha's chamber's stone walls were dimly shadowed by the low crackling fire in the hearth. With her arms loosely bound behind her, Elaria faced the three individuals who had just made her feel cold.

Weyric.

Athissa.

And the silver-eyed Elder who had said nothing—but stared at her like a puzz...