Chapter 32 The Absolute Crushing Dominance of the Duskblood Pack Alpha and the Humiliation of Dead Flesh

Lucian's POV

The brutal winds of Dead Canyon, carrying ice-cold rain, hammered mercilessly against my armor.

I sat upright on my warhorse, gripping a torn cloth bundle that dripped black blood steadily onto the ground. My gaze fell coldly on Kevin, sprawled in the muddy water below.

He was the A...

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