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David’s eyes narrowed. He took a step closer, his presence imposing. I wanted to step back, but I held my ground before my father. “Do we know her?”
“In a way.” My fists balled up. “I believe she’s Muriel Vale’s daughter. She’s a white wolf with a unicorn horn.”
From narrow slits, my father’s eyes...
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