The Miracle Luna: The Butcher King's Only Cure

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riek tore violently thr

the cobblestones, tossing the compartment sideways. The back of

y sun flooded the cabin, accompanied by the cloying stench of chea

ut a woman in rust-colored v

of the royal court's chief physician-arr

her. "Drag this wolfless mongrel into the dirt! Tear that bridal mantle off her shoulders! Cheyenne is of p

g against the stones: "Throw her into the ditch!" "A useless cri

h cruel smirks, their calloused hands lunging forwa

bridal cloak, wrenching hard enoug

t snapped me i

ntly, replaced by the cool, let

ar, my right arm snapped forward like an iron clamp. My fingers locked onto his

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arm. His sneer died instantly, replaced by a choked shriek of pure agony as hi

cocking a heavy iron-kn

n the ball of my foot, I drove the heel of my palm sharply upward, striking the

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before slamming heavily into the mud. The breath erupted from his lung

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st happened?" an apple vendor g

spered, backing away in dread. "That's Alexandra Atkins! She used to weep

... where did that kind of

ir mutteri

ined lace onto the floorboards, and stepped down onto the cobblestones

or draining from her painted face as she clutched her s

. "You wolfless wretch! You used to tremble and grovel when

o the concealed fold of her velvet skirts, slipping three slender

die!" she shrieked, lunging forward with th

sheen was enough. A fast-ac

eur

to kill her momentum. My left hand clamped around her wrist like

at

numb, sprained fingers, scattering

ician, your clinical execution is pathetic,"

clutching her sprained wrist, pure horror

clack,

, rhythmic thunder of iron hooves approached,

ame a massive war stallion carrying a young nobleman draped in an ermine-tr

scended, wailing with shrill hysteria: "Cheyenne! Save

w paces away, snorting as its iron

ce dark as iron. His amber eyes, burning with arrogant contempt