Without Privilege or Gold, How Long Will Your Pride Keep You Alive?

Chloe's POV

I pushed open the Packhouse doors and the smell of blood and animal frenzy hit my nose.

Pack Square had fallen into chaos.

A dozen War Hounds, each the size of a calf, had slipped their chains. Beasts bred to tear prey apart in the fighting arenas, eyes red, were savaging the Beta gua...

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