Fifty Nine: Blades in the Moonlight

Mara’s POV

Steel clashed against claws. Shadows darted between the trees, howling and snarling, their eyes glinting feral crimson. The scent of blood thickened the air, iron and smoke and fury.

Ronald was a storm at the center of it, his wolf tearing through the rogues with brutal precision.

His...

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