Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King
Feinting left, I attack from the right, my fangs sinking into his arm, before my claws end his struggle.
The final 2 mages are attempting to regroup, but Arlo is on them with the speed of lightning, cutting off their incantation mid-sentence and ripping out both their throats with incredible speed and precision.
We search the cave and the surrounding area, but there’s no trace to be found of Maelor or Arista. We’ve managed to weaken them, but the leaders seem to be hiding, Arlo communicates to the team. We don’t know how many are left, but we know they’re cowards, willing to use their less experienced members as shields.The wolves growl in agreement. Now let’s go and find the others and see
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