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... my own breathing.
Sharp, uneven, raw.
Kiel’s hand gripped mine as he pulled me through the winding halls and past startled pack members. His strides were long, rushed—almost angry—and I struggled to keep up without tripping over the edge of my gown. The guards followed, their presence like shadows with teeth, tense with every movement Kiel made, like they weren’t sure if they should stop him or help him.
We stopped only when we reached the stairs that spiraled up and up—t ...
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