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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SIXTY-FIVE

Lusia

The battlefield was a maelstrom of savagery, scarred stretches of churned earth and splintered trees, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood, the acrid burn of liquid silver, and primal musk of Lycans and werewolves locked in mortal combat. The above moon was a cold, unblinking eye,...