
Description
The weapon that hasn’t chosen anyone in a thousand years has chosen me, a Dreg-born girl with no magic.
Forged by the Creator and feared across the realm, the King Killer was never meant for someone like me. But the moment I touch it, the wolves come running, snarling, fighting, and bleeding to claim me.
Only one survives.
A wolf with a traitor’s mark burned into his skin.
And now we’re bonded.
Last night, I was digging through trash in the Elite district when a dying highborn collapsed at my feet. With his final breath, he pressed his trial mark into my chest and gave...
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