The Rejected Healer: Her Rise as the White Wolf

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e party were a blur

last time. He was getting dressed for the "border

f the mirror, strug

aid, steppi

brushed against his carotid artery. I could feel the

extend. It would be

ed. Death is too qu

, checking his watch. "I

ned my head at the last second

I said. My voice wa

He never noticed.

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t collapse. I moved w

rnals. My silver scalpels. The f

lothing that carried my scent and shoved it into

tment looked sterile. Like a hot

The full moon was rising, huge

ht. The night they

he moonlight. The power I had suppressed for so long-the legacy of

party," I whisp