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Chapter 14
Chapter 14 Clara's POV When I returned to the table, it was awkwardly silent, save for the drone of the Elder. Dominic and Maxwell were in some sort of silent battle, the Alpha male energy crackling like static over their heads. It was a surprise that the famed 'Elder' didn't notice a thing. Who puts the Alphas of two rival packs on the same table? The Elder must be either one hell of an oblivious werewolf or simply didn't care. Morgana joined after a few minutes, settling into the chair but not before throwing me a very hostile glare. Glad to know she brought her wits alongside. "Well...", the Elder stared at each of us dead in the eye. "I must leave now." Maxwell, Dominic and Morgana stood, while I took my sweet time rising. The Elder walked off, somehow dragging his uncanny ab
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