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Liam’s body thrashed on the stone altar.
The black smoke pouring from his torn skin condensed into coarse, hard fur. The sound of his bones snapping and reforming was sickening. The silver chains melted away like wax.
“Oh my God…” Sophia backed away, the voodoo doll slipping from her hand. “What is that?”
“The Wolf King,” I choked out, the pressure on my heart still crushing. “You’ve released it.”
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