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chapter 83

Sable

I’ve never buried a body before.

Most people haven’t, I’m sure. Most people don’t ever find themselves in a position to aid and abet a murder, and I definitely never thought I’d be in the latter camp. I can hardly bring myself to crush a spider, even one that’s taken up residence in my room.

But it’s not quite midnight, and here I am, standing over my uncle’s dead body while two massive wolves dig a grave in the woods. It’s only one more strange puzzle piece in my new life as a hybrid witch-slash-wolf shifter.

Hanging in there? Archer asks through mind-speak, his voice startling me as it cuts into my thoughts.

I glance across my uncle's body at the blond wolf sitting regally on the soft grass opposite me. Archer looks beautiful, almost otherworldly, with his pale fur surrounded by the pitch black of the woods around him. His pointed ears are perked as if he’s listening to the forest, and I know he’s probably monitoring for intruders even as he waits for me to respond. His green
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