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The world spun. Elena. Alive. More powerful than I could have ever imagined. The White Wolf. The legends were true, and I had dismissed her as a weakling, a burden. The raw, primal fear that had gripped my wolf earlier was now replaced by a crushing wave of despair and self-loathing. Every word she spoke was a hammer blow to my soul.
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