The Ragpicker Mate He Cast Aside

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roat in a show

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ove, he flung me

r air hit me lik

rogue wolf, driven mad by

y flesh like daggers, and the world diss

I jolte

ed overhead, casting an otherworldly glow over every

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r storm-gray pelt,

revious snarls and accusations c

d the tense silence-the shrill ringtone of

letters, was t

was enough to turn m

es and serpentine ways, had been the

fateful day. Her whispers, like poisoned a

hunting with a strange male, and he h

t that was supposed to be a safeguard, bu

precious pup, with nothing but the elde

had lied, proclaimin

er growled, h

word, he stalked

at the Lunar Mat

's guards arrived,

y erupted li

n our coffers on this?

I snapped back. "Your monthly five silve

e's Thornfield blo

hell,"

imper of my pup a battle cry that e

s of moon herbs, vomiting under the full