Chapter 128

RETT

Beyond the borders of the Werewolf Continent, Jener and I drop out of nowhere onto cracked, barren sand. The air is dry and heavy. The waste stretches as far as I can see—no life, no sound but the thin whistle of the wind.

I glance around, frowning. "Where the hell are we?"

Jener steadies h...

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