Chapter 13 · free to read
They came in out of a storm to hear a bedtime story. It was the only kind this pack had ever had.
Nine years she had carried the pendant and never once said the name of the boy it was carved from.
They kept everything. That was the part nobody could stomach — the covenant kept receipts.
A hundred years of alphas. Each one a harvested child. Each one taught to harvest the next, so the debt would never have to find a new mouth.
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