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its contents aloud. Not to him. No

growled, snatching the letter with a s

he words in silence. His brow furrowed. Muscles

. Then he paused.

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never be a blood host fo

d to his knees, head bowed, his wolf submitting insti

ward snarled, voice low and deadly. His eyes burned a fiery a

the Grand Throne, they can sum

floor. "We are

k, his voice barely above a whisper.

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rmer rulers-Nightvale. They thirst for both blood and power. And they had

rossed their borders, No pack dared

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d in a generation born with the purest Alpha

at. Around them, the guards bowed their heads in. It was forbid

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ned under his skin. His wolf was rising, close to the surface. His decisio