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Chapter Nineteen
Amante POV
There’s chaos everywhere. Several she-wolves with their children howl over their dead mates. The pack grounds are a terrible sight to see. I notice the Luna fetches her bloody husband and they enter their abode solemnly. The wailings never seem to cease at any point in time. It’s horrible in here.
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The screaming and crying out loud of those left behind still lingers in my mind. I can sense their sanity fading away, barely holding on to their unfortunate life. The gasps, those terrible hiccups coming from those innocent, little ones. Why do they have to suffer in this unjust world? We were simply living our lives peaceful
Antar BedouinGlorious! I'm so loving this chapter. Allyssa is finally showing her powers. She's not human, is she?🤓
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