Chapter 206 206. He’s my son

Jace

The forest changes the closer we get to Silver Fang territory.

The air smells wrong.

Colder. Sharper. Tainted with unfamiliar wolves and the metallic scent of too many patrols moving through the underbrush. My boots press into damp earth as we crouch along the ridge overlooking the valley. Bel...

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