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... deep, resonant voice didn’t echo through the air—it slid straight into Ethan’s mind, weighty as iron chains and yet sorrowful as a funeral bell. The lupine Black Wolf, massive even in death, lowered its head ever so slightly, eyes dim but burning with conviction.
We heard the call. A call for vengeance. If what I feel is true, then I will trade my eternal loyalty... for vengeance.
Ethan’s chest tightened as the wolf’s spectral form wavered. Its gaze flickered not to him, but tow ...
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