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Chapter 19: The Howl of the Living
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Kripa Shankar SharmaChapter 19 — The Howl of the Living After everything Shadowfang has endured, tonight is not about war, patrols, or the danger waiting beyond their borders. Tonight, they celebrate being alive. The pack lets loose, Kael and Ava get a little carried away, and by dawn the hall is filled with exhausted bodies, satisfied smiles, and the warmth of family. If you enjoyed this chapter, don’t forget to leave a Like, Comment, Share, Review, and Rating. Also Subscribe.Your support helps keep Shadowfang howling. 🐺
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