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The Sunset Pack’s Threat

Auteur: G.V.STELLARIS
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-03 16:12:48

Lawrence’s POV

The bronze tube crumpling in my fist echoed like a gunshot through the great hall gallery. The acrid fumes still rising from Duke Gerald’s bloodstains on the stone floor mingled with the heat of the braziers, yet the air turned instantly thick, cold, and heavy.

The Sunset Pack.

These were no common wolves of the northern cold, nor weak nobles playing at poisons and servants in court corridors. They were the warrior clans of the deep southern wastes—red‑furred werewolves bred on r
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