Twelve Howls & A Pact of Vengeance

The sun hung low in the blood-orange sky as Draven and Cyrus rode toward WarBlade territory. The horses beneath them were restless, their hooves crunching the dry dirt road, the scent of ash still lingering in the air. WarBlade was a pack built on iron discipline and strength, but even from a distan...

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