I used to spend my free time chasing women.In my defense, I was very good at it.Charm came naturally to me. So did flirting. Most of the time, life was considerably more enjoyable when it involved beautiful women, expensive food, and absolutely no responsibilities whatsoever.Unfortunately, my life had taken a sharp turn somewhere along the way.These days, I spent most of my evenings buried beneath ancient records.A tragic decline, really.I sat alone in one of Aetheron's oldest libraries, surrounded by stacks of books, loose parchment, and enough historical records to make even a scholar cry.The librarian hated me.Not because I caused trouble.Because I kept requesting records she hadn't known existed.I considered that a personal achievement.The city outside had long since gone dark, but I barely noticed.My attention remained fixed on the pages spread across the table before me.Wolfblood.The missing pack members.The disappearances.The council.Every road eventually led b
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