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The Exile's Return
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2025-06-19 14:59:57Chapter 115: The Exile's Return
POV: Beta Luther CainThe guard's neck snapped with a quiet crack.I dropped his body to the ground carefully, making sure he wouldn't be found until morning. Poor kid probably had a family waiting for him at home. But he'd picked the wrong side."That's the third patrol tonight," whispered Kane, one of my most loyal follows. "They'll notice soon.""No, they won't," I answered, dragging the body into the bushes. "Charles always ran lazy checks. His replacement won't be any better."Kane looked nervous. He'd been with me since the beginning, but absence had made him jumpy. Made all of us jumpy."Are you sure about this, Luther? Maybe we should wait longer. Build up more help."I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. "Wait for what? For them to get stronger? For more packs to join against us?""But if we fail—""We won't fail," I hissed. "Because we're not just fighting for ourselves anymore."I released him
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