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Chapter 42: Honor
AT THE BLACK SITE The room was a chaotic mess, filled with the groans of the injured and the suffocating odor of blood and sweat. Keir worked quietly, his face pale, sweat trickling down his temples as he moved from one man to the next. Kneeling beside a wolf whose collar he had removed, he watched intently as the man's wounds gradually knitted together, while Ethan's voice cut through the din. "Keir, not too long," Ethan said, glancing over. "Remember to put the collar back on before he heals fully." Keir quickly reached for the collar, snapping it back into place just as the wound was closing, allowing the final traces of healing to appear natural. He had been told this, but he was struggling. Swallowing hard, his chest tightened. Every second felt like a race against the clock beca
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