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Chapter 0295

Dylan POV.

I was sweating profusely as I landed yet another fist on the punching bag that hung in what the wolves call their training room.

Gym equipment surrounded me, and my ponytailed hair kept slapping my in the face as I swung round to punch the bag again.

"Keep your fists up, your grace.
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