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Chapter 92
CHAPTER 92 DECLAN'S POV I discovered something more appalling that made the blood running through my veins curdle. Fresh drops of crimson blood scattered on dry, decaying leaves a few meters away from the spot where the dead wolves laid. My breath was heavy under my nostrils as I took careful steps forward. I saw a rough spot on the ground and concluded that a struggle had occurred right there a few minutes ago. I sniffed again, again Raina's scent flooded into my nostrils. My intuition, once again, hadn't been wrong. “You're convinced that's her blood?” Claus asked suddenly, disrupting my thoughts. I turned and glared at him, he took a step back and threw his hands in the air. “Relax, Declan, I'm just trying to-” “Stop.” I snapped and ran a hand through my hair with a frustrated sig
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