Chapter 8
Alpha Andrew was dead.
And not the noble, peaceful kind of dead. Ugly. Raw. Undignified.
The Silver Moon Pack turned out in full force for the funeral. Everyone dressed in black, pretending they hadn’t whispered behind his back, hadn’t plotted his fall.
I stood at the very front.
Wearing blood-red l...
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1. Chapter 1
2. Chapter 2
3. Chapter 3
4. Chapter 4
5. Chapter 5
6. Chapter 6
7. Chapter 7
8. Chapter 8
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