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... the stone railing. Below me, Scarlett was a small, trembling figure kneeling under the merciless afternoon sun. My wolf was pacing in my head, a low, constant snarl vibrating in my chest. "She is ours," he howled. "She is burning. Set her free!"
I ignored him, but the pain was clawing at my throat.
Yes, Scarlett was my mate. I had known the day she turned eighteen, two years ago—barely hours after I had dropped my hand to signal her parents’ execution. It was the cruelest joke ...
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