Chapter 40 The Price Of Omegas

SAFFRON.

“The blade was dull,” my wolf noted, a dark hum of satisfaction vibrating against my ribs as we walked away from the combat pit. “It took him two swings to sever the old man’s neck.”

“He was shaking,” I replied internally, the sound of Callahan Woods’s ragged, panicked breathing still ech...

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