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Everyone in the pack knew I was destined to be Andrew’s mate. It was fate—our natural bond, the whispers of the elders, the way our wolves gravitated toward each other. I thought so too. Until the night before our mating ceremony. That was the night the rogues attacked. Amid the chaos—the blood, the snarls, the clash of fangs and claws—Andrew made a choice. He pushed me aside. And protected her instead.
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