Chapter 18 A warm hug

POV: SAINT

"No, no, please Marcus," I pleaded, my grip trembling as I watched his eyes roll back, turning a ghostly white. Suddenly, I heard the sound of wolves rushing toward us. "H-help, please, Marcus is—" My voice faltered, choked by my tears.

Sam, Eli, and other warrior wolves arrived, swiftl...

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