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Chapter 15 Wolves at the gate
Zara
They came at dusk.
Black Ridge wolves, three squads deep, like Cora said. All armored in matte black, eyes wild, fangs bared.
They didn't come to talk.
Didn't come to threaten.
They came to end it.
We were ready.
Cora's camp bristled with rogue wolves, every one of them tired of running. Tired of hiding. Tired of pretending that justice
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