No Retreat — Fight to the Death

Chloe's POV

The smell of blood on the wind had changed.

I was in the Council Room, checking the next supply manifest bound for the north, when the wolf soul inside me gave a low, uneasy growl.

"Awooo——!!!"

A howl tore through the snow above the territory. A Border Patrol's death-alarm, the cry o...

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