FRACTURES BETWEEN WOLVES

Sebastian’s POV

“Damian—”

“Sebastian, it’s… what? Two? Three in the morning?” Damian’s voice was rough, laced with the kind of groggy irritation only pulled out by late-night calls. “If this isn’t life-or-death, I swear—”

“It is,” I cut him off, sharper than intended. My hand dragged down my face...

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