Nothing to the Alpha, Everything to His Wolf

From Kester's side: the bruise on her wrist is mine, four red bars and the shape of my thumb.
My wolf shows me Tove's grave, and the fear comes up my throat like bile.
End of Chapter 7
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From Kester's side: the bruise on her wrist is mine, four red bars and the shape of my thumb.
My wolf shows me Tove's grave, and the fear comes up my throat like bile.
End of Chapter 7
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