Chapter 39 (Seraphina's POV)

I pushed myself halfway up from the blanket, brain sluggish from sleep.

Grace. Gift. Now.

Of course it was now.

Day two of the Autumn Hunt Tournament, eight hundred pairs of eyes in camp, all six Packs present. Her timing was more precise than showing up on my doorstep.

And—Wren Pack wasn'...

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