THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE
All fighters stopped and looked at her, gasping for breath, blood pounding in their ears.
“We fight not because we’re fearless,” she said, voice loud enough to command silence. “We fight because fear is no longer a luxury. Our daughters, our sons, our mates—our lands—they all depend on us now. Every one of you… is fire-born. Forge your pain. Let it shape you.”
The women raised their weapons. “For flame! For pack!”
A harsh howl erupted from the men's camp in the distance. In the center of the glade, Vladimir was shirtless and dripping with sweat, fighting two males simultaneously. His attacks were fierce, accurate, a blur of fury and control.
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