Marked By The Rogue King

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out looking at me. "The bond did not

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she pressed a firm hand

ad. "What did

ed you. And he marked you. You are s

rose inside me,

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said softly. "The bon

the sting. "Then break it. You

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silence

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t's completed?" I

a jar of dried bloodroot, b

d, voice low. "Then listen closel

erbs into a clay bowl,

third-born son of a minor Alpha, too far down the line of succession t

ak. The room

ival came before honour. They trained their young like beasts. Maddox thrived

in pr

. "That the spirits howled when he took his first breath. That the see

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r p

cy. A being destined to tear apart the balance between packs, bonds, and bloodlines. To r

ng Maddox is

omen ever spoken about it."

rimes too many. Maddox stood before the entire council and swore vengeance. T

weight of t

and made a pact with whatever spirits dwell there. Others say he hunted do

hen?"

ights. No warning. No survivors. Only a blood sigil

whispered about in our war councils, etched into wanted scroll

id. "The Rogue King. The one who ans

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