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Chapter 67
Wren watches as the day turns to night with a soft smile on her face, an hour of beating with sticks is enough to cripple an omega wolf, but they are expecting too little of her. She is a pure blood alpha, she may look sweet, friendly and she may be kind to those who cross her path, but it is only because that is who she chooses to be, that is who she wants to be in her heart, but under all that, there is great lineage and strength leaking through. The darkness of the night brings a bitter cold. Wren finally comes back to herself. The moon bathes the open area of the grassed plain, saturating her in its white glow. Wren’s neck and wrists are tightly bound with silver cuffs, tight enough that she would only do herself damage if she was to shift. While she has no intention of running away,
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