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Chapter 68

Kyra's POV

I couldn't sleep. My father's desperate pleas echoed in my mind like a wounded wolf's howl, his fear-scent still clinging to my memory. Sylvia, paced restlessly in my mind, her growls vibrating.

The bathroom door creaked open, releasing Kieran's rich cedar-and-musk scent into the room. I ...