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24.1: Forces Collide
The night air was thick with the scent of blood and rage. The once-quiet forest, which had witnessed countless centuries of uneasy truce between vampires and werewolves, now stood as the battleground for a war that had been inevitable.
Lyra stood at Viadimir's side, her heart pounding like the beating of war drums. The Howlin