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... “but that feels like the second sign that we shouldn’t be here. It’s only been thirty minutes and—”
“Sera!”
I froze as the third sign headed in my direction.
"Seraphina, darling," my mother called, sweeping forward with the same grace she’d wielded at every charity gala, every fund-raiser, every glistening pack event.
Gone was the fragile widow who had brutally lost her husband, and in her place was the former Luna of Frostbane—graceful, elegant, regal. Every bit ...
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