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. My wolf, Nyx, growled in agreement. She hides something-more than just greed. But what? I had Caleb s

he need for her... that was a dull, constant

hell, my skin seared by invisible silver. My Pack Doctor, Leo, called it the Silver-Taint Curse: a permanent echo of silver in my soul from my capture as a boy, maki

n Pri

ition I'd planned to announce to the pack elders the very week Seraphina Foster shredded my engagement in front of a hundred cameras-evap

ly. The spectacle. The jilte

ccounts-loans called in early, a lumber contract canceled, her mother's estate, bled dry into the family trust years ago, sud

the patience to do it without a single public word? The Sinclairs. I had no proof, and that was the worst part. The Sinclairs nev

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queeze, the Fosters' mother-heritage account wallowing in procedural ice. Half a city was quie

d in, and every tho

wrist. I couldn't find her in the living area. A primal panic, cold and sh

the door open with a single, sharp tug, splintering the frame. She was asleep. Her scent filled

saw me looming. "What are you doing?" she w

e, the mattress dipping; then I lay on the covers, on the far side of the bed,

-the wolf-wanted to: pull her under me, mark her, make her mine so sh

te. The fire was extinguished. Sleep claim

the far edge, awake. The realization crystallized: it wasn't her being in

y. My personal, living cure. I could not let her go. E

d. "From now on, you will sleep