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Chapter 11A – The Battle Begins

The air stank of iron and ash.

Louve stood on the edge of Bloodmoon’s southern ridge, where the pines dipped into mist and shadow. Below, the valley pulsed with tension. She could feel the packs assembling like thunderheads before a storm—hearts beating, paws scuffing dirt, the low growl of war...