Howl of the unchosen
Chapter 62: Orin’s POV
Cold wind scrabbled at my skin, and I stood at the edge of the Arctic wilderness, gazing into the distance. Before me, an endless sprawl of snow in a cruel landscape of my pack’s ancestral land—of my kind for eons past. Here, in the wilderness, where humanity had not tread for centuries, was sacred ground to the wolves. It had belonged to us long before humans ever thought to lay claim.
But now, their stink hung in the air — faint, but impossible to miss. Flickering through the blizzard was the distant silhouette of a human camp, its light a blasphemy against everything this land stood for. Anger simmered as I clenched my jaw.
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