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The Blood Stone pack had always been a notorious one, but of late, with the Alpha King of the North dead, they have become even worse. In a desperate bid to claim the now vacant throne, Clyde has taken countless lives, many of those who were once near and dear to him. My father’s life included. That Alpha is crazy, left unchecked, he will lay waste to all the land.
And I for sure will not stand by and let him unleash carnage over what does not belong to him. Father’s death at Clyde’s hand was a wake-up call to me. It is time to put an end to this chaos, once and for all.
We leave our land and move under the cover of the night and a cool gust of wind caresses my skin as we finally reach our destination. Clyde’s packhouse looms over us as we crouch hidden in the tall grass. The place is dark, save for a few torched flames that Clyde’s men carry as they patrol the premises.
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