Your Anger Was Never Aimed at Sera—It Was Aimed at My Weakness

POV:Damien

Following the faint trace of Silas's scent, I pushed myself to my absolute limit—but the one waiting for me at the end of the trail was not my uncle.

Helena Vance stood at the Border with a dozen Bloodmoon warriors, locked in a standoff against the rebels led by Dorian Fenwick.

"Lookin...

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