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... l Hatred II
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Mama wolf growled.
Low. Commanding. Final.
The cub paused... then finally released its grip and let Alex guide it down.
Papa wolf barked once—short and deep.
The five cubs immediately trotted over.
They rubbed affectionately against their parents, tails wagging and noses bumping together in a ritual of scent-sharing and familial reassurance.
Then—
Without warning—they ran back.
To Alex.
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