Chapter 12 The Donor Contract and the Call of the Royal Bloodline Child

Elara's POV

The iron gates of the Silverstone Dungeon slammed shut in front of me, cutting off the last sliver of light.

One year had passed.

In this pitch-black hellhole, I'd tempered my sealed wolf over and over again. Every bone-chilling freeze, every silver-poison burn, reshaped my battered ...

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