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red, their scents a complex tapestry of excitement, reverence, and fear. I stood near the back with the other low-ranking staff, clutching a ceremon
d through the stone floor. A hush fell over the assembly. Every
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air rushed from my lungs in a sile
lver thread that formed the snarling wolf crest of his house. A heavy silver crown, ancient and formidable, rested on his jet-black hair. His every step was measured,
sing. He was a stranger. A terrifying, magnificent stranger who
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s his mate, the wolf whose voice echoed in my head with possessive
dais, high above us all, the man who had whispered *'Mine'* agai
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