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Chapter 35: Quiet Moments

Author: IfyPen
last update publish date: 2026-04-10 23:59:33

Calla's POV

The small cave under the rocks felt a little warmer now. The tiny fire we made gave soft light and some heat. My ten wolves sat around it. They were resting after the long day. No one had died yet. We were all still here. That was good.

I sat with my back against the rock wall. My body hurt everywhere. My leg still stung from the monster scratch. My arm throbbed. The cold had got into my bones. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to rest my head.

One of the wolves stood up. She
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