Chapter 21
Haliya The weight of the silver medallion in my hand was cold… colder than the ice in my veins. As the Alpha’s hand lingered on my shoulder, a gesture of ownership disguised as an honor, I felt the court’s eyes boring into me. Jackson’s face was a mask of livid disbelief; Cullen’s was a jagged blade of suspicion. I didn't care. The runt was dead. The Towa was born, and the Towa had work to do. "My shadow must be vigilant," the Alpha murmured, his voice a low vibration only I could hear. "Go to the healers. Tend to your wounds. Tomorrow, your service begins at dawn." I bowed my head, my jaw tight. "As you command, Alpha." I didn't go to the healers. The moment I was clear of the High Hall’s suffocating marble, I retreated into the labyrinthine shadows of the lower levels. The adrenali
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