Chapter 210 210.The Keeper

Thorne

The scent hits me before I break through the last line of cedar.

Riven. Mala. Blood.

My heart slams against my ribs, my Lycan snarling inside me, claws scraping against bone. Run.

“I am running,” I grind out, vaulting over a fallen trunk, boots barely touching the forest floor. Pine needl...

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