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Chapter 10
Calvin's POV The tension in the central hall is thick enough to choke on. Fenrir is pacing restlessly inside me, his growls echoing in my mind, his rage mirroring my own. Whoever helped Kamrynn escape is out there, among these cowards, hiding in plain sight. I can feel it. I’m not leaving until I have their blood on my hands. Suddenly, a man steps forward, his head bowed. His hands tremble slightly as he raises them in surrender. "Alpha," he begins, his voice quivering with fear. "I… I saw her. I saw Lysaa. She… she helped Kamrynn escape." The confession hits me like a spark to a powder keg. My rage ignites, flaring to life with a force I can barely contain. I feel Fenrir surge to the surface, his presence nearly overwhelming, his voice a guttural snarl in my head. “Let me out. I’ll te
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