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Chapter 24: The First Wolf

作者: Akaza Writes
last update 公開日: 2026-04-18 15:34:53

The scream shook the between.

Luan's eyes flew open. The darkness was retreating. Not fading. Retreating. Like a wounded animal pulling back from a fire. It curled into the corners of the nowhere place, hissing and snapping, but it did not dare approach the thing that had appeared in the center of the void.

The first wolf stood where the darkness had been.

It was massive. Larger than Marcus. Larger than Julian. Larger than any wolf Luan had ever seen or dreamed of. Its fur was the color of moon
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