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Chapter 79
Jane DoeIn This Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans. Lunette: Goddess of the Moon. Hemlock: God of Poison. Jade: Goddess of Jealousy.
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