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Chapter 78: FANGS AGAINST FIRE

Author: Brainwaves
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-02 17:31:03

The scent of ash came first.

Not the sweet kind that lingered after an old hearth fire or summer bonfire—the acrid stench of burning hair, blood-slicked wood, and fear. It curled into the sky in thick black columns, strangling the clouds as they tried to pass over.

By the time Emilia reached the outpost, it was already too late.

Charred ribs of what used to be a watchtower jutted from the ground like broken antlers. The tents were cinders. The trees surrounding the perimeter were scorched bare, their bark peeled back in black strips. The earth was still bleeding.

Bodies.

Too many.

Some still half-shifted, jaws stretched open in frozen snarls. Others burned in their wolf-skin, claws curled into the dirt like they tried to drag themselves toward the treeline. She didn’t recognize all their faces, but she remembered their scents.

They’d called her Alpha.

And now, they were gone.

Asher crouched beside a corpse, his brow dark with soot, his mouth tight. “They used silver shrapnel. Chemical
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