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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SEVENTY-ONE

Lusia

The Silvermoon battlefield was a crucible of despair, its churned earth a bloody quagmire, laden with shattered blades and broken bodies, while the dawn's crimson light cast a gory veil over the slaughter. My white wolf form trembled, my fur matted with blood and mud, my muscles screaming ...