SCAR OF SCANTHIN
"Where are the other women?"
Once, Damon's father had a harem of slaves and tributes filled with the finest women he could get his disgusting hands on. Those who hadn't faded over the years, hadn't escaped, or been killed by the former king, Damon had freed. Along with every other captive the wolves had held, though wolves didn't usually like to keep prisoners in the first place unless they served a purpose.
"There are none. Men, women, or otherwise." He took a step closer to her, and Scar tensed but didn't move away. "You're the only one. We haven't seen a witch in a while, but here you are "
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