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... r around her shoulders, the cold wind slicing through the southern archway like a warning. "They’re afraid."
Camille stood beside her, overlooking the moon-washed courtyard where dozens of wolves gathered in silence, no ceremony, no order, just a growing tension that wouldn’t release. "Not of me," she said. "Not really. They’re afraid of what I remind them of."
"The past," Rhett muttered, emerging from the shadows near the torch line, his voice raw with the weight of too much kno ...
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