Chapter 45 : The Dreamers’ March

Rafe POV 

We climbed into fog that burned. 

It wasn’t sunlight. There was its own kind of glow to it, the same molten gold that had dripped from Serena’s tracks. It tinted the air and the back of my tongue with the taste of iron and rain. The wolves behind me moved soundlessly, their armor whisp...

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