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To be Continued...
Everleigh MilesDear Readers, this is the end of The Pack's Vampire. Book 4 (yet to be named) will be released as soon as possible. Please keep an eye out on social media and my author page on GoodNovel for its release. Thank you for joining me on this adventure. I hope that you've enjoyed the books so far and will continue to enjoy the next book in the series. I love to hear from my readers their thoughts, theories and whether they're enjoying the work, so please leave me comments/reviews and reach out on social media. Happy Reading! And I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season!
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