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LIII

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 The tension could be sensed from all-round as day slowly broke. The werewolves of the North stood in their huge land, broad and wide as they protected the area while waiting for the enemies who would come for the moon during full moon.

Aggression and passive anger polluted the air as Freya sat in her throne with a glass of wine waiting for her enemy. It was only fair to her to relax and monitor the battle through the eyes of her slaves so as to strategize her next movement.

“Good things come to good people.” Freya whispered before she took another sip and Vigil, her loyal beta entered with a poker on his face.

“We have site of the enemies.” Vigil informed me. “Our trackers pick a scent coming from the West, one from Central and one coming from South.”

“Did you say Central?” Freya asked and Vigil nodded. “What did our informants say?”

“Unfortunat

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