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Chapter 3 The Awakening.

Word Count: 1508    |    Released on: 09/04/2025

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oil lamps with dull, flickering flames, swinging from wooden

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eyes widen

ered, rough and indifferent. "Bu

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in a

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ains, but the silver bi

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th wide, hollow eyes. "The pits," she whispe

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unded. No.

breathing coming faster. "

head. "I don't know

ave been here

rising panic. I needed to stay calm.

emories from last nig

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very touch, ever

together, now felt like an even

like a far away storm pressing down on my sense

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I thought

ful. It could even kill me. But what was li

ns, the murmurs of the Lycan traders, and focused inward.

separation. My voice st

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d my hands and feet broke a

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low in m

ned. "You will

for sale,"

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kes her valuabl

ed through the iron bars

him. He jerked his h

uttered, shaki

st extra."

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le

ll eyes darted toward th

he ap

hes. His presence demanded attention,

onto me. Cold

s, but he didn'

iled. A slow,

epping closer, "let's see

ader hesitated

the man si

he man r

stured to two guards. They stepped

tense a

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ct before my claws tore across his che

behind, but I twisted, snapping my ja

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he's dangerous

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k echoed thr

oded in m

gasping. My v

sbane

gs ga

rushed up

red trader curse. "Damn it, don't

w ch

crouched beside me,

ive," he mused. "

refused

my fur, lingering ov

mured, his voice like velvet over s

ath sh

p to my jaw, tiltin

e mused. "And rune

his gaze press

nts you for the right price. But for

tled like ice

sing the traders. "Prep

ut my voice was b

wolf. You'll need all t

took effect. It shifted

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chamber of s

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