CHAPTER 102 The peace treaty

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_FLASHBACK_

“I won’t take pity on you weaklings,” Damian Ironclaw, the Alpha of the midnight Mirage pack, voice sliced through the silence, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of desperation as he led his warriors with a determined stride. His fur, a sleek coat of silver, rippled with...

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