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“Beau, look. Say hi to Noel.” I point to Noel, who’s awkwardly shifting from foot to foot with a makeshift mask and gloves on his face and hands. I see the traces of his smile, with the way his amber eyes are crinkled into sweet crescents. Beau gives him a drowsy glance, before turning back to me again. “He’s a bit shy,” I laugh, as Noel’s face falls. “He’ll get used to you in no time.” But Beau’s silver eyes are unfocused again, even though he’d been asleep all day and had only been awake for only about an half hour. A corner of my heart aches, knowing that the violet continues to spread. He had made it this far, when half of the wolves who’d caught the Plague in the Packhouse had died already. And he was just a pup. Tears sting my eyes. “Sleepy, aren’t you?” I whisper, lying him back in his cot. “I know, I know. You must be exhausted after drinking all that milk, hm? I know you enjoyed it. Yes, yes, you did.” Noel’s brows furrow. He sees the same things that I do. The pu
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I’m running down the corridors, in such a rush that I’m not even bothering to hush my echoing footsteps against the hall floor. Sweat beads on the side of my face. I’d never realized how truly far the Southern Nursery was from the Alpha’s chamber. I was late. So late. Time had flown while I was caring for Beau, with no clock in the nursery. I’d told myself that I’d just stay for a half hour to keep him company, but Beau’s condition was worsening. More than an hour had just slipped by like water while I was making sure he had everything that he needed for the night. Now it was way past dark out. Way past ten, which was when I was supposed to be in his chambers to sing him to sleep. I skid around the corner, screeching to a stop in front of the Alpha’s door. My hand is uncertain as I wrap it around the doorknob. The door is closed. Was he already asleep? I turn the knob so that it doesn’t make any noise. Then I softly push the door open, peeking inside the darkened room
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KAVANAH Foolish bitch. The room glowers in a swath of dark amber as the flames in the fireplace lick hungrily over the silken fabric. The air is acrid, tinged with a scent of cloth burning. The dress is already half ash. And it had barely been a few seconds. My voice is ice. “Are you going to betray me the same way that she did?” My glacier-blue eyes turn towards the shaking maid, knelt by my diamond heels. She has her head shoved all the way down to the carpet, palms pressed against the floor. She’s trembling relentlessly, and a smile tinges the corners of my tinted lips. I bend down. “Why so scared?” I whisper sweetly, hearing her utter a sharp gasp as she quickly pushes down her head even deeper. Can’t even meet my gaze. Didn’t have a single backbone in her worthless body. But those without backbones were so much easier to control. And I’d learned my lesson after that auburn-haired menace. The edges of my teeth grind together in fury when I think back to the way she h
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