Chapter 35 The Child’s Extreme Stress Response and Baptism

Elara's POV

Lucian's cold voice echoed through the forbidden grounds.

I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles went white. The five-inch Darkclaw scraped against itself with a teeth-grinding metallic screech. My oversized black cloak billowed behind me as I strode after him.

Outside lay Duskblood...

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