Chapter 80 The Gate of Moonfall

He didn’t move.

He didn’t bow.

He didn’t look dangerous.

But every ancient wolf in the courtyard—those that did not bow even to Alphas—stepped back when he entered.

Not in fear.

In recognition.

Aria’s pulse hammered.

Not in panic.

In memory.

The man’s cloak moved like mist, like light, like...

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