Chapter 45 Iris

N. C. Harriet 1.5k words

IRIS

The dagger feels awkward in my hand now. What once seemed like the perfect gift suddenly feels… fragile. Like it might shatter under the weight of this moment.

Darian stands across the room, surrounded by a group of Lycans in dark, tailored suits, laughing and drinking like royalty that they are....

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