The Chosen One
“The numbers of deaths will rise exponentially if we proceed at this rate. Even ferals have their limits, and we are perilously close to them.”
They were within the boundaries of the northern territories of Whiteland, on the west ledge of the dark ocean, near the witch's village. “We will capture them in one more day,” she said, knowing full well that Jenna had cloaked their path and that she knew well that her group was now long gone, but she needs to pretend to know where exactly Tommy's group is; after all, if they return without a single Whiteland wolf with them, she might as well wish for a quick death, high guard or not.
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