The Black Wolf
Tears poured down my cheeks as I collapsed to the floor, choking on grief, on rage, on helplessness.
That beautiful pack, those kind-hearted werewolves who once opened their homes and hearts, reduced to shackled souls, treated like nothing more than property. Drifthollow, with its warm fires and stronger values, had fallen.
I had no way of knowing if Kavira and her family survived, but every breath I took carried the weight of dread. Xareth never gave warnings. He attacked with sheer brutality, a storm in the night, swift, merciless, and overwhelming. Survivors were rare.
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