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CHAPTER 77: THE SPLIT PACK

Author: Inkbyjane
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-29 18:52:17

The heavy iron gates of the inner courtyard slammed shut, but the barrier did nothing to ease the pressure building inside the walls of Silver Ridge. Alpha Jax had retreated into the treeline, dragging a bleeding, semi-conscious Devon back into the shadows of the wasteland. His parting words echoed like a death sentence in the ears of every wolf present.

Three hours. At midnight, the Blood Moon army would march, and they would burn everything to ash.

Yet, instead of preparing for the inco
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