Chapter 34

Rainwater from the deep autumn downpour snaked down the iron bars, carving distorted trails across the glass pane, resembling the red wine that had flowed across the floor that night.

Kieran Blackwood hung his head, his neck stiffly wedged in the support of his wheelchair. Those golden pupils, which once held the power to terrify an entire pack, were now as turbid as stagnant water.

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