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A Kingdom Forged

Penulis: Nitalex
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Reya's POV.

We claimed the blackened wreckage of Black Hollow, and its moon was crimson.'

Ash blew across the clearing like scattered bones. Fires erupted from the distance where Dante's Death Pack had lodged. The entire place was surrounded by dust, blood, and battle-tested wolves. I didn't feel the smoke coming out of my eyes. Not now.

"I whispered, 'This is the limit of your time.” Or the commencement of a new phase."

The old Riverdale sigil was being held by Sebastian in the center behind me.

Alpha Tristan stood beside me, eyes fixed on the rogues and exiles who had been trailing us.

"There's no Alpha rule here, eh?" I quipped. "No council." No chains. No name until we give it one.

They waited. Watching. Breathing in sync. We were once again a fractious and furious group, but our hearts remained unbroken.

"My voice wails towards the heavens." We aren't Dante's wolves. We aren't anyone's. We're Lunaris."

An explosion broke through the clearing.’

Then another.

Then a hundre
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