Chapter 13: Dax's Shadow

Dax’s POV

Blood still clung to my claws, thick, dark, Lucien’s wolves staining the dirt where they fell, their snarls silenced, their pack broken. I stood at the edge of Ironclaw’s den, golden fur matted with sweat, chest heaving slow, steady, the air heavy with death and victory. My wolves mov...

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