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indent It was remarkable to him how one flawed gene in his blood had come to dominate both his children. While peculiar, it was not all that remarkable—Corona had been a very close replica of their father, as Rikka was to their mother. If not for his own daughter’s slimmer build and red eyes, she might have been his double. However, the wolf blood was thicker in his veins, and gave him the heavier mass and larger build.

indent At her tone, he frowned sternly. “It isn’t safe here, Talitha. I sent you and the others away for that reason alone.” He had never wanted to force them out, but he was desperate to avoid the fate that had befell the majority of his family. The fresh scars on his body spoke volumes; he had been involved in several skirmishes up until this point. Most, but not all, had resulted in the mass of skeletons in his closet growing. “Is your mother all right?” Ezekiel was beyond his reach, and he had faith in Fatin.




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