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Chapter fifty five
Sierra’s POV As the door creaked open, the first thing I noticed was the scent—earthy, like the forest after rain, but layered with something ancient and powerful. The room was breathtaking. The walls were lined with bookshelves, each filled with leather-bound tomes that looked centuries old. Wolf statues of various sizes stood on pedestals around the room, their eyes gleaming with an almost lifelike intensity. The ceiling was painted with a massive mural of the moon, surrounded by wolves howling in unison. The centerpiece of the room was a circular stone altar etched with glowing runes that seemed to pulse softly, as if in rhythm with my heartbeat. I couldn’t help but whisper, “This is why you’ve been hiding this room.” Mrs. Lawrence gave a faint smile. “This room is where our ances
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