Chapter 185 185.The Alpha of the moon

Rhys

I set the beam with a solid thud and wipe sweat from my brow with the back of my forearm. The scent of fresh-cut pine hangs thick in the air, sap sticky on my palms, sun beating down on the back of my neck. It’s good work. Honest. Repetitive. The kind that keeps my hands busy and my mind—mostl...

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