The scent of smoke still lingered in Selene’s hair as she returned to the heart of the territory. Her boots were muddy, her cloak torn from the chase, but her mind was razor sharp. Varyn’s words echoed in her thoughts like a curse.
“The pack you lead now? They’ll turn on her soon enough. Fear always wins.”
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