Chapter 22 Betrayal’s Bite

The Bloodfang stronghold’s healing hut was a sanctuary of sorts, filled with the soothing scents of lavender and healing salves, but to Aria, it felt like a cage of worry. Veyra lay on a cot, her auburn curls damp with fever, the void-tainted wound on her side bandaged but still seeping a dark, unna...

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