Prologue

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A bitter winter wind tore through the ancient woods as Feyre Acheron took aim. As she stared at the beautiful wolf in front of her, she couldn't bring herself to shoot. The wolf was too beautiful and innocent to die. But still, she held her aim. Not wanting to waver, she shot. The arrow struck its target.

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