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116 | Fighting on the losing side

Amelia’s POV

I stared down every wolf lining the border. Bastards, the lot of them.

‘Amelia!’ gasped Maeve. And, sure, I rarely swore – but this situation more than called for it.

It was like they wanted to be stuck in a constant cycle of bloodshed. Who wanted to be at war? For the sake of some extra land? Especially land that was currently stuck in winter?

I could feel my anger rising, a hot ball lodging itself firmly in my chest and breathing flames up my throat. Needing to keep my cool before this conversation – I could see Mum and Dad marching through the ranks, heading towards me – I glanced back towards where I knew Kieran was. I couldn’t see him, but I could see the bush he was stationed behind.

And even just seeing that was a balm to my rage. I smiled at it, sure he could see me even though I couldn’t quite see him, and then turned back, took a deep breath, and prepared for a battle unlike any I’d ever untaken before.

This would be a battle of diplomacy, of words. And it woul
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