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Chapter 141

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last update Last Updated: 2025-05-30 23:08:06

Victor's Point of View

The air is thick with the aftermath of battle, burnt wood, blood, sweat, but through it, I catch the sharp tang of something else: fear. It rides the wind like smoke, faint but distinct. I know what it means even before the mind link crackles to life.

“Some of the Crimsonclaw wolves are retreating,” I say, my voice sharp and commanding as it cuts through the pack link. “Let’s go after them and put this fight to an end.”

For a second, there’s silence, then murmurs of agreement ripple through the connection. No hesitation. No fear. My pack is with me.

I sever the link and immediately shift, my bones snapping and reforming with brutal precision as fur rips through skin and claws replace fingers. The pain is fleeting, familiar, grounding.

Then I run towards where I saw a wolf run off to.

The world sharpens instantly in my wolf form, the ground a blur beneath my paws, every scent in the air vivid and layered. I lift my nose to the wind, inhaling deeply, filtering thr
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