Chapter 132 One Hundred and thirty one

ELEANOR'S POV

The wind howled like an ominous warning, tugging at the air and swirling around them with a vicious bite. It carried the scent of blood, of anguish, and of doom. In the center of it all stood Argus, a storm contained in a man. His eyes glowed like molten gold, burning with fury, and...

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