Chapter 9 Leftover Ash and a Sharp Kind of Thirst

Skylar

This morning, Equilibrium didn’t feel like a magic school; it felt like a cage full of starving predators.

Iven, the wolf in my head, was still letting out a low howl, mourning the loss of physical contact with Michael.

It was bloody revolting. I hated how easily my animal instincts could bet...

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