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My Mate Dug Up My Father's Grave

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 997    |    Released on: Today at 16:28

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and walked

released his sce

e pine needles

nt to calm their Mate, to make t

the cloying frag

. I stood in the center of

he Ancestral Crypts

on my tongue, a small, sharp pain to anchor the tremor in my finger

His smile faltered for

a flicker of anno

ack politics, Elara. Selene's family controls the northern silver route. The Council has been demanding I

r's ashes nineteen

eyes and walked

ave him moved back next week. Do not

eated, the word a p

Selene's pack, for the

s eyes flashed with a dang

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he banquet. The two of you, celebrat

shed with a dar

e, his physical siz

ck, Elara! It is time you grew up!" he shouted. "Her family posse

my father's grav

rossing his arm

our days among tombstones and forget w

his tone dripp

lection of old bones. It is not as

earth-fire suddenly magnified tenfold in my ears, a roaring

oar erupted i

my Inne

it uncoiled within me, a vast and ancient c

room grew hea

turning from orange to an eerie, silver-white before gu

a mask of confusion at the sudde

White Wolf. He thought

lickering behind his golden eyes for

grave," I said, my voice now

allowed a foreign entity to defile holy

cruel sound, but it w

elieve the Council will not overlook a

id quietly. "Not the egos of ambitious fools

an I once thought

thought of eating the food h

my back

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s lower-ranking wolves t

my knees and silenced my tongue. It found no purchase. The White Wolf did n

d down the hall, and

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wood from the outs

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most painful ritual a

tearing of

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My Mate Dug Up My Father's Grave
My Mate Dug Up My Father's Grave
“I guarded my father's grave-a hero who died saving our pack. One night, I found his runestone replaced by cheap pink marble. His ashes dumped in the flooded Under-Crypts. The one who ordered it? Kael. My fated mate. The future Alpha. He did it to bury a dead dog for Selene-an Omega from a foreign pack he was trying to impress. When I confronted him, he rolled his eyes. "Your father is just a collection of old bones. It's not as if he can feel the cold." He thought I was a weak Beta who managed graves. He didn't know I carry the bloodline of the White Wolf. I didn't cry. I gathered evidence, walked to the Supreme Council, and filed three petitions. One to strip his title. One to exile his accomplices. One to reject him completely. It was time he learned who he had betrayed.”