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Chapter 41: The Fragments Are The Key

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The lead scout—a man named Daníel with a fresh cut across his cheek—spoke the second we walked in.

"The Sire isn't dead. Not fully at least. Fragments of the heart stone must've scattered when you shattered it. The elders are gathering them in the deep caves right now. The thing is regenerating. Slower than before, but it's growing. And they're using the blood from the new packs arriving tonight to speed it up." he paused.

"Three packs already camped at the old mill ruins. Another two by tom
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    The half-formed Sire ripped free of the last roots with a sound like stone splitting. It lunged straight at me, chains whipping through the air. Gunnar met it head-on. His sword slammed into the creature’s chest and stuck. Green light exploded outward. He was thrown back, boots skidding through blood and mud, but he kept his feet. I was already moving. The bond flared hot and clear between us. I felt the exact second he needed me on the creature’s left. I drove my claws into the soft seam where black stone met green-veined flesh and tore downward. The Sire screamed. The sound punched through my skull. Hot, foul liquid sprayed across my arms and burned where it touched bare skin. Around us the battle had turned into pure slaughter. Ironfang warriors held the gate by sheer stubbornness. Matthías fought like a man who had already decided he wasn’t dying tonight, injured leg and all. Sunna and Nina kept the left flank from collapsing, but the Blackpine force was hitting them hard.

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    The lead scout—a man named Daníel with a fresh cut across his cheek—spoke the second we walked in. "The Sire isn't dead. Not fully at least. Fragments of the heart stone must've scattered when you shattered it. The elders are gathering them in the deep caves right now. The thing is regenerating. Slower than before, but it's growing. And they're using the blood from the new packs arriving tonight to speed it up." he paused. "Three packs already camped at the old mill ruins. Another two by tomorrow night. That's close to eight hundred wolves total. They're not hiding anymore. Green smoke is visible from the keep walls." The room went quiet. Merja tapped the map. "The fragments are the key. If even one piece reaches the blood pit intact, the Sire will wake stronger than before. It'll link to every suppressed Old Blood line on the continent. Alphas will start turning on their own people out of fear. Packs will fracture. The elders have spent two hundred years calling your blood poi

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