Chapter 25 The Wolf and the Witch's Architects

Meanwhile,

In the Great Refectory,

[Jaxon P.O.V]

The feast tasted like ash.

I sat at center of Terra table, surrounded by familiar scent of pack - damp earth, pine, woodsmoke - but for first time I felt outsider in my own kingdom. Fingers were white-knuckled on a silver goblet handle, metal gro...

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