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• Now I was sitting to the side of the pergola while the witches watched my alphas fight the pack. If I couldn’t hear the excited buzz ringing in the link at the violence the pack was thoroughly enjoying inflicting, then I would have had a tantrum by now.
• Instead, I sat there silently, chewing on some fruit every now and then, sipping water, and wishing we could get all this bullshit over with so we could ask for their help. But this was tradition, and I had to do as I was told.
• It was a struggle, but I kept my temper in check, my tongue in my mouth, and pretended like my heart wasn’t trying to jump out of my chest. “You are the winter born. The one with the border magic in you,” the echo said. I jumped at the sound that was clear as anything in my ear, not interrupted at all by the cheering and chaos of the arena.