His Forsaken Mate: The Vengeance Of The Wolfless

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c ache of a broken heart. The raw, searing agony of something being rip

on that

pent years shrinking herself into something p

and raised Flor's hand high. The hall erupted. Cheers. For her. The replacement. T

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heek. The scent of pine and damp earth flooding my lungs. The

of shame. A girl born wolfless, a disgrace to her family, a pawn in a political alliance.

mist-kicked into overdrive.

al trauma from a severed bio-resonant psychic link. Physical condi

e was dead. I was the st

t. I was on the floor. Cold stone. Thin dress. The witnesses were still whispering, still laug

ad change

had chang

g. They didn't help me up. They dragged me. My body was dead weight to them, the side of my face

ght. Stairs down. The compound was

ath. She paused. Bent low, close enough that her perfume

athed, "belongs

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Vision clearing.

t a rival. Wasn't even a person, not in the way that mattered. Just a variabl

n empty. Truly empty.

p back. In

that away

rs-twist after twist, cold stone bleeding into colder stone. At the edge of t

arth. The door slammed sh

son

didn

Whatever had opened its eyes in her body

contusions. Chronic nutritional deficiencies. And the persistent, high-level neurological pa

nd. Mine were capable, clean, accustomed to the precise movements of a laboratory. This ha

asting strange on this new tongue. "Into

nsane. The data

A single window, boarded over, allowing only faint stripes of light to pierce th

al trials in the Amazon and collected extre

barely a whisper. "New project. Phase o

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ence finish t