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The Wolf King's Dead Mate
Three years ago you swallowed a death-faking tincture, let them bury an empty coffin, and ran so far from the Wolf King's court that you thought you were finally free. You were wrong — a broken suppressant vial and one wrong turn through the fortress market brought you straight into the Mourning Hall, and now the door is sealed behind you. The Wolf King is standing ten feet away, staring at you like you are either a miracle or a monster, and your heat is rising fast enough that the whole room already smells like your undoing.
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