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CHAPTER ONE The Wolf Teat BEFORE EMPIRE, BEFORE legions, before the world bent beneath Roman law, there were two abandoned boys… and a she-wolf with milk in her veins and fire in her soul. Their mother? A vestal virgin. Their father? Mars—the god of war himself. Their sentence? Death. Their salvation? Teeth and teat. They were tossed to the river like afterthoughts, twin cries swallowed by the Tiber's current. But fate had no interest in letting them die quietly. The wild called. And from the cave of the Lupercal, a wolf emerged—not to feast, but to nurse. Her fangs should’ve been the end of them. Instead, they became her kin. Let that sink in: Rome was raised on milk and myth. On instinct,...