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The valley pulsed with tension.
Zelayah stood at the head of the assembled wolves, her cloak rippling in the wind. Behind her stretched a crescent of warriors-packs from across the region, some she had once called enemies, now united by a cause greater than blood feuds or fractured loyalties. Among them were humans, witches, and even one warlock s
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