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Chapter Fifty-One: The Orell Counterstrike

The smell of blood still clung to Faith’s skin. It wasn’t hers. It was the copper-thick scent of enemy wolves, of torn flesh and open earth, and it coated the battlefield like a second moonlight  silvered and red. She stood at the edge of the northern border where the clash had begun hours ago, musc...