Perfect.
"Make yourself at home," he called out to his shadow wolves and men prowling through the mansion. "This is ours now."
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The journey to the war camp took a full day, even pushing hard. Laura rode between Nikolai and Lucian, with guards spreading out around them in a protective formation. Her body ached from the long hours in the saddle, and her wound throbbed beneath its bandage, but she refused to complain.
As the sun began to set, she caught her first glimpse of the camp—dozens of tents spread across a valley between mountain peaks, torches already lighting up against the gathering darkness.
And standing at the entrance to the camp, two figures waited.
Laura's stomach clenched as they approached. Even from a distance, she recognized them—Dante with his wild hair blowing i
