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Chapter 115: The Gathering flame

Author: Gummy bear
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-05 05:57:24

The sun was a pale gold halo behind the trees when Dante stepped into the stone hall nestled at the center of the Bloodmoon territory. It was an ancient structure, carved directly into the hillside, where the leaders of the clan had met for generations. The circular table at its heart was rough-hewn, its surface scarred from years of strategy and memory.

Already seated were the clan elders—five of them, each cloaked in dark wool and lined with silver insignia etched into the folds. Luka stood just behind Dante’s shoulder, silent but ever alert, while Mara leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed as she surveyed the room.

Dante exhaled quietly and took his place at the table.

“Alpha,” one of the elders, a narrow-faced woman named Solene, greeted. “You have returned.”

“And not alone, from what we hear,” another added—a man called Corvin, whose hair had long since gone white but whose eyes were sharp as any young wolf’s.

“She’s here,” Dante confirmed, voice low but unwavering.

“Emili
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