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Chapter Ten
Amante POV
A walk down memory lane catches Amaltheo by surprise. I can imagine him shaking his head in disappointment as I have touched a sensitive part of our past. I feel his sadness, his agony, and though I do feel regret of hurting myself just to persuade him that what I am doing is for my own good, I have no intentions of discontinuing now. Everything is already planned accordingly. It’s just a matter of time before I can lay hold onto my precious crown and the royalness it beholds. The area is clear of any other pack members. The nearest that I can sense is about fifty feet away from me but is inside the abode doing the ordinary. I don’t feel threatened by it so I call on my wolf to run through the vast, barren, icy land outside the territory.
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Antar BedouinWow! A silver-colored werewolf immune to silver! Where did this idea came from? You may ask my thirteen year old nephew, he knows! 😜
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