Chapter 8 First morning in Nightfang pack

  A knock sounded at the door just after dawn.

Aria's eyes opened. The room was freezing. The hearth had died in the night and her breath misted in front of her face. She was still curled on top of the mattress, the thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

    "Ria?" Lina's voice, hushed but brigh...

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