Chapter 86: The Line in the Snow

A scout stumbled into the main courtyard, his Nightfang stench a foul blot on the clean, cold air of Silverfang territory. He was bleeding from a gash on his temple, his clothes torn, but the smirk on his face was one of pure, unadulterated arrogance. He was not a prisoner. He was a messenger, a...

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