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Damn. There was no way one of the Sun Witches would be willing to help us. That only left one option: the Moon Witches. But no shifter had seen them in decades, not even the Ophiuchus pack. I wanted to find them, but I didn't even know where to begin looking. The waves lapped against the shore, a strange sort of music to my ears. For so long, I hadn’t thought of myself as part of the Cancer pack, and I’d tried to pretend that I didn’t love the sound of the sea as much as the next shifter. But there was something about it, something that eased the constant tension in my shoulders and made everything seem a little less daunting. It was late, and I’d crept out of the house to walk along the beach. There were too many things to think about, and I didn’t want to keep Kaden awake with my pacin
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