The Black Wolf
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Then he unsheathed his weapon, a sword unlike any I’d seen before.
Its steel was dark, almost black, and from its blade coiled tendrils of smoke, inky and alive, as though it breathed, enchanted, surely. I didn’t know if the others saw what I did, but to my eyes, it pulsed with a forbidden magic.
The duel began.
Alpha Thorne attacked first, striking with the fury of a pack leader defending his people. His movements were sharp.
But Xareth barely lifted his blade. He sidestepped each strike with effortless grace, like a predator toying with prey. His expression never changed, very calm. And that calm was more terrifying than rage.
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