Make Them Bow

Ryanna POV

The dungeon shook, dust falling in lazy spirals. My wolf was pacing hard in my chest, Syrene whispering smugly, "The bond sings, little queen. They will feel it."

Bootsteps thundered down the spiral staircase above. My stomach dropped.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered.

The torchlight...

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