LOST AND FOUND
“See how they tremble for you, girl? You carry death in your veins, and still they cling to you. Pitiful.”
He raised a hand, signaling his wolves forward. The rival pack surged, teeth flashing, claws scraping against stone.
“Hold the line!” Mireya barked. She shifted into her wolf form in a blink—sleek silver-gray, eyes gleaming like wildfire. With a guttural snarl, she launched herself at the first attacker, claws raking, teeth snapping.
The clash reignited, brutal and chaotic. Wolves collided in snarls and screams, steel rang against claw. The valley roared with violence once more.
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