Eighty: A Vow of Blood

Ronald's POV

The world smelled of smoke, silver, and her.

"Mara."

I forced my eyes open, lungs dragging in air like broken glass. The ground beneath me was scorched, the night still thick with the stench of burned fur and blood. The battle was over but not finished.

“Mara!” My voice cracked, tor...

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