Chapter 139

Diana's POV

Celina, my wolf, clawed at the surface of my skin, aching to break free as the masked man's iron grip bruised my wrist.

I twisted, nails raking across the air, a raw, jagged shriek tore from my lungs, then suddenly, his hand loosened.

Just… let go.

His gaze hollowed, as if I'd ...

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