The heavy iron gates of Sunshine Community slammed shut behind the two young pups, totally unaware of the monstrous shadow trailing them through the freezing pine fog.Deep within the dark boundary of the woods, a high-caste rogue wearing a bone-carved mask watched them run into the mist, whispering into the howling wind, "Naughty little wolves... never obeying the Alpha... heh... naughty little wolves..."A stray snow-hare darted out from the freezing underbrush. With a movement as fast as a striking viper, the masked rogue snatched it by the neck. His hands were pale and smooth, his long black claws immaculate and sharp—the hands of a royal bloodline, never a common pack worker.He stroked the hare's soft white fur gently, murmuring, "Naughty creatures must be bled..."CRACK.With a sickening snap of bone, he twisted the hare’s neck, killing it instantly before it could even squeak.After committing the quiet murder, he gently caressed the dead beast, dug a shallow pit in the frozen
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