Chapter 92 XX

Emmanuel Maduabuchi Titus 2.7k words

Boris thrust his communication crystal forward, and the gathered wolves swarmed around, their predatory curiosity peaked.

The flickering projection showed a sterile healing chamber in the High Stronghold. An elder lay weak upon the furs—his features were blurred by the low light, but the room hummed with the collective assumption that...

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